We got three hundred thousand
before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot;
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
Oh, I’m good old Rebel,
Now thats just what I am;
For this “YANKEE NATION”
I DO NOT CARE A DAMN!
I’m glad I fought against it-
I only wish we’d won.
I hates the Constitution, this "Great Republic," too!
I hates the Freedman's Bureau and uniforms of blue!
I hates the nasty eagle with all its brags and fuss,
And the lying, thieving Yankees, I hates 'em wuss and wuss!
I hates the Yankee nation and everything they do,
I hates the Declaration of Independence, too!
I hates the "Glorious Union" -- 'tis dripping with our blood,
And I hates their striped banner, and I fit it all I could.
Hate the Constitution. Hate the Declaration of Independence. Hate the country. Hate just about everything. Pretty much sums up the lost causers around here.
You've edited the lyrics, StoneWall Brigade.
It originally read: "For this fair land of freedom I do not care a damn."
The song is instructive, especially when the original lyrics remain undoctored.
The "good ol' rebel" of the song is a pathetic character - an impotent loser consumed with hatred who takes pleasure in the suffering and death of others and who does not "care a damn" about living in a free country.
The song illustrates the mentality of the hard-bitten Lost Cause enthusiast - and it is not a pretty picture.
“And I don’t want no pardon
For anything I’ve done”.