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To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (183)	1/31/1999 6:35:00 PM
From: nihil	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Now I'm a good old rebel And that's just what I am For this fair land of freedom I do not give a damn. I'm glad we fit against it I only wish we'd won And I don't want no amnesty For anything I've done. I followed old Marse Robert Three years or thereabout Got wounded in three places And starved at Point Lookout I cotched the rumatism From camping in the snow And the lying thieving yankees I hates them more and more Now I can't take my musket And fight 'em any more But I ain't gonna love 'em and that for sartin sure. I hates the great Republic And every thing it do I hates the Declaration Of Independence too. I hates the nasty Eagle with all its brag and fuss And them rotten, stealing yankees, I hates them wuss and wuss. 300,000 yankees, Lie dead in Southern dust We got 300,000 Before they conquered us They died of Southern fever Of Southern shot and shell; I wish it was a million of them Roasting now in hell.