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 forgot the ending which to me is the most imporant.
I can’t take up my musket
And fight’em now no mo’
But I ain’t a-goin ‘to love ‘em,
Now that is sartin sho’;
And I don’t want no pardon
For what I was and am;
And I won’t be reconstructed,
And I do not give a damn.