|
'Tis old Stonewall
the rebel that leans on his sword,
And while we are
mounting prays low to the Lord:
"Now each cavalier
that loves honor and right,
Let him follow the
feather of Stuart tonight."
CHORUS:
Come tighten your
girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your
blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your
trigger and balance your blade,
For he must ride sure
that goes riding a raid.
Now gallop, now
gallop to swim or to ford!
Old Stonewall, still
watching, prays low to the Lord:
"Goodbye, dear old
rebel! The river's not wide,
And Maryland's lights
in her window to guide."
CHORUS
There's a man in the
White House with blood on his mouth!
If there's knaves in
the North, there are braves in the South.
We are three thousand
horses and not one afraid;
We are three thousand
sabers and not a dull blade.
CHORUS
Then gallop, then
gallop by ravines and rocks,
Who'd bar us the
way, take his toll in hard knocks!
For with these points
of steel, on the line of Penn
We have made some
fine strokes and we'll make 'em again.
CHORUS
|
