Riding a Raid
'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 sabres and not a dull blade. -- CHORUS
Then gallop, then gallop by ravines and rocks!Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks;For with these points of steel, on the line of the PennWe have made some fine strokes -- and we'll make 'em again. -- CHORUS
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