Unreconstructed Rebel (Major Innes Randolph) Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, Now that's just what I am; For this "fair land of Freedom" I do not care a damn. I'm glad I fit against it- I only wish we'd won. And I don't want no pardon For anything I've done. I hates the Constitution, This great Republic too; I hates the Freedmen's Buro, In uniforms of blue. I hates the nasty eagle, With all his brag and fuss; But the lyin', thievin' Yankees I hates' em wuss and wuss. We got three hundred thousand Befo' 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. . 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. originally printed in Collier's Weekly in 1914 RG
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