Keep flying the Confederate flag. Don't be reconstructed. This goes out to my sis with husband in South Carolina.

Oh, I'm a good old rebel

Now that's just what I am

And for this yankee nation

I do not give a damn

I'm glad I fought against her

I only wish we'd won

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done

I hate the Yankee nation

And everything they do

I hate the declaration

Of independence too

I hate the glorious union

'Tis dripping with our blood

I hate the striped banner

And fought all I could

I rode with Robert E Lee

For three years there about

Got wounded in four places

And I starved at Point Lookout

I caught the rheumatism

Camping in the snow

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

Before they conquered us

They died of southern fever

And southern steel and shot

I wish they were three million

Instead of what we got

I can't take up my musket

And fight them down no more

But I ain't a-going to love them

Now that is certain sure

And I don't want no pardon

For what I was and am

I won't be reconstructed

And I do not give a damn

Oh, I'm a good old rebel

Now that's just what I am

And for this Yankee nation

I do not give a damn

I'm glad I fought against her

I only wish we'd won

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done...

The best football song ever is a popular subject among us fans here in Britain. It changes from year to year, but during a binge drinking period we suddenly agreed for once. All hail Reading FC's excellent ditty "The Royals Anthem". It even gets away with the otherwise ludicrous "na-na-na-na-na", repeated over again. Rejoice, next year we might pick another one.