This is the way it was passed down to me:

Oh, I'm a Jolly Rebel
        Yes, by God, I am
And for this land of freedom, suh
        I do not give a damn

I'm glad we fought agin 'em
        But I wish to hell we'd won
I don't ask your pardon
        for anything I've done

I fought with ol' Marse Robert
        Four years or there about
I wandered in the Wilderness
        And fought at Point Lookout

I caught the rheumatism
        A campin in the snow
But I killed a lot of Yankees
        And I wish I'd killed some mo

Three hunderd thousand yankees
        Lie buried in our dust
It took four years of fightin'
        For them to conquer us

They died of Southern Fever
        and Southern shot and shell
But I wish there'd been ten thousand more
        God Damn their souls to hell!

I hates the Spangled Banner
        The Constitution too
I hates the Freedmens Bureau
        With Niggers dressed in Blue

I hates the Bald headed eagle
        With all his fire and fuss
But those low down thievin' yankees
        Great God I hate em worse

I hates the Yankee Nation
        And everythin they do
I hates the Declaration
        of Independence too

I hates the glorious union
        They's drippin with our blood
And I hates the stupid banner
        I fought it all I could