The Last Person.....
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Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am,
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give 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 done.
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give 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 done.
Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
I hates the Constitution, this Great Republic, too,
I hates the Freedman's Buro in uniforms of blue,
I hates the nasty eagle with all his brag and fuss,
The lying, thieving Yankees, I hates 'em wuss and wuss!
I hates the Freedman's Buro in uniforms of blue,
I hates the nasty eagle with all his brag and fuss,
The lying, thieving Yankees, I hates 'em wuss and wuss!
Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
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,
I hates their striped banner, I fit it all I could.
I hates the Declaration of Independence, too,
I hates the "Glorious Union" , 'tis dripping with our blood,
I hates their striped banner, I fit it all I could.
Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
I followed old Marse Robert for four years, near about,
Got wounded in three places, and starved at P'int Lookout;
I cotched the "roomatism" a'campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o' Yankees, and I'd like to kill some mo'.
Got wounded in three places, and starved at P'int Lookout;
I cotched the "roomatism" a'campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o' Yankees, and I'd like to kill some mo'.
Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust!
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot,
I wish they was three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't a'gonna love 'em, now that is sarten sure;
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am,
I won't be reconstructed, and I do not care a damn!
I won't be reconstructed! I'm better now than them,
And for a carpetbagger, I do not give a damn.
So I'm off for the frontier, soon as I can go,
I'll prepare me a weapon and start for Mexico.
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot,
I wish they was three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't a'gonna love 'em, now that is sarten sure;
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am,
I won't be reconstructed, and I do not care a damn!
I won't be reconstructed! I'm better now than them,
And for a carpetbagger, I do not give a damn.
So I'm off for the frontier, soon as I can go,
I'll prepare me a weapon and start for Mexico.
Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
ok. got that out of my system. 
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ROFLMAO!!!!
Thats actually an old favorite of mine. Southern Sarcasm, at it's finest.
The version I've got is missing the last stanza though.
A few points:
" The end of the War brought the miseries of Reconstruction to the South. As burdensome as the struggle to adapt to life in the newly reconstituted Union was for most Southerners, it was a near impossibility for many an ex-Confederate soldier. The sentiments expressed in this classic post-war song were probably fairly typical among embittered veterans.
The song was sung to the old Irish tune "Joe Bowers." "
It was written shortly after the end of the US Civil War by Major Innes Randolph, C.S.A.
"Although the poor grammar and dialect evident in the lyrics to this song suggest otherwise, Innes Randolph was actually a learned man who achieved some fame in his post-war career as a Southern poet. "
I first heard it on a album of Civil War songs years ago.
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THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS
There's a yellow rose in Texas
That I am going to see.
No other soldier knows her --
No soldier, only me.
She cried so when I left her,
It like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her,
We never more shall part.
CHORUS:She's the sweetest rose of color
This soldier ever knew.
Her eyes are bright as diamonds,
They sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest May
And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee.
Where the Rio Grande is flowing
And the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river
In the quiet summer night.
She thinks, if I remember,
When we parted long ago,
I promised to come back again
And not to leave her so.--CHORUS
Oh, now I'm going to find her,
For my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the song together
That we sang so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily,
And we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas
Shall be mine forever more.--CHORUS
Oh, now I'm headed southward,
For my heart is full of woe.
I'm going back to Georgia
To find my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregard
And sing of Bobby Lee,
But the gallant Hood of Texas,
He played hell in Tennessee!--CHORUS
Thats actually an old favorite of mine. Southern Sarcasm, at it's finest.
The version I've got is missing the last stanza though.
A few points:
" The end of the War brought the miseries of Reconstruction to the South. As burdensome as the struggle to adapt to life in the newly reconstituted Union was for most Southerners, it was a near impossibility for many an ex-Confederate soldier. The sentiments expressed in this classic post-war song were probably fairly typical among embittered veterans.
The song was sung to the old Irish tune "Joe Bowers." "
It was written shortly after the end of the US Civil War by Major Innes Randolph, C.S.A.
"Although the poor grammar and dialect evident in the lyrics to this song suggest otherwise, Innes Randolph was actually a learned man who achieved some fame in his post-war career as a Southern poet. "
I first heard it on a album of Civil War songs years ago.
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THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS
There's a yellow rose in Texas
That I am going to see.
No other soldier knows her --
No soldier, only me.
She cried so when I left her,
It like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her,
We never more shall part.
CHORUS:She's the sweetest rose of color
This soldier ever knew.
Her eyes are bright as diamonds,
They sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest May
And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee.
Where the Rio Grande is flowing
And the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river
In the quiet summer night.
She thinks, if I remember,
When we parted long ago,
I promised to come back again
And not to leave her so.--CHORUS
Oh, now I'm going to find her,
For my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the song together
That we sang so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily,
And we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas
Shall be mine forever more.--CHORUS
Oh, now I'm headed southward,
For my heart is full of woe.
I'm going back to Georgia
To find my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregard
And sing of Bobby Lee,
But the gallant Hood of Texas,
He played hell in Tennessee!--CHORUS
Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
Found the extended lyrics on a website. Haven't heard anyone actually use them, though I did hear I believe Johnny Cash sing it once.
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