And for this yankee nation
I'm glad I fought against her
I hates the Yankee nation
I hates the declaration of
I hates the glorious union
'Tis dripping with our blood
I hates the striped banner
And fought it all I could
For three years there about
Got wounded in four places
And I starved at Point Lookout
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some more
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em down no more
But I ain't a-goin' to to love them
And I don't want no pardon
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I'm glad I fought against her