Confederate Anthem

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Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now 
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that's just what I am,
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And for this Yankee nation, I do not
 give a damn,
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I'm glad I fought again' her, I only
 wish we'd won,
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I ain't asked any pardon for 
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anything I've done ...

[Verse 2]
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I hates the Yankee nation, and 
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everything they do,
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I hates the Declaration Of 
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Independence too,
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I hates the glorious Union, 'tis 
dripping with our blood,
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I hates the striped banner, I fit 
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it all I could ...

[Verse 3]
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I rode with Robert E. Lee for 
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three years thereabout,
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Got wounded in four places, and I 
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starved at Point Lookout,
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I cauched the rheumatism, a-camping 
in the snow,
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But I killed a chance of Yankees, 
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and I'd like to kill some more ...

[Verse 4]
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Three hundred thousand Yankees is 
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stiff in Southern dust,
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We got three hundred thousand before
 they conquered us,
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They died of Southern fever and 
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Southern steel and shot,
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I wish there were three million, 
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instead of what we got ...

[Verse 5]
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I can't take up my musket, and 
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fight 'em now no more,
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But I ain't gonna love 'em, now that
 is certain sure,
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And I don't want no pardon for what 
I was and am,
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I won't be reconstructed, and I do
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 not give a damn ...

[Verse 6]
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Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now 
  E         A
that's just what I am,
A                       E
for this Yankee nation, I do not 
give a damn,
    D                         A
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only
 wish we'd won,
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I ain't asked any pardon, for 
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anything I've done ...
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I ain't asked any pardon, for 
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anything I've done.