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!"
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!
2. Now gallop, now gallop, to swim or to ford!
3. There's a man in a white house with blood on his mouth!|
If there's knaves in the North, there are braves in thc South
We are three thousand horses and not one afraid;
We are three thousand sabres and not a dull blade.
4. Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks!