Well, he cites the relationship of two generals. It's always the generals who have the luxury to maintain such feelings, and it's the grunts who get put into wretched camps by their enemy and end the war with deep hatreds.
This song was widely known in the South:
O I'm a good old rebel,
Now that's just what I am.
For this "fair land of freedom"
I do not care at all.
I'm glad I fit against it,
I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I done.
I hates the Constitution,
This great republic too,
I hates the Freedmans' Buro,
In uniforms of blue.
I hates the nasty eagle,
With all his braggs and fuss,
The lyin' thievin' Yankees,
I hates 'em wuss and wuss.
I hates the Yankees nation
And everything they do,
I hates the Declaration,
Of Independence, too.
I hates the glorious Union-
'Tis dripping with our blood-
I hates their striped banner,
I fit it all I could
I followed old mas' Robert
For four year near about,
Got wounded in three places
And starved at Pint Lookout
I cotch the roomatism
A campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o'Yankees
I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is still in Southern dust,
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot,
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't going to love 'em,
Now that is sarten sure,
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am.
I won't be reconstructed,
And I don't care a dam.
Sounds like a Demonc’rat of today...