COME, stack arms, men; pile on the rails; | |
Stir up the camp-fire bright! | |
No growling if the canteen fails: | |
Well make a roaring night. | |
Here Shenandoah brawls along, | 5 |
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, | |
To swell the Brigades rousing song | |
Of Stonewall Jacksons Way. | |
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We see him nowthe queer slouched hat, | |
Cocked oer his eye askew; | 10 |
The shrewd, dry smile; the speech so pat, | |
So calm, so blunt, so true. | |
The Blue-light Elder knows em well: | |
Says he, Thats Banks; hes fond of shell. | |
Lord save his soul! well give him; Well, | 15 |
Thats Stonewall Jacksons Way. | |
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Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off! | |
Old Massas going to pray. | |
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff: | |
Attention!its his way. | 20 |
Appealing from his native sod, | |
In forma pauperis to God, | |
Lay bare Thine arm! Stretch forth Thy rod: | |
Amen!Thats Stonewalls Way. | |
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Hes in the saddle now. Fall in! | 25 |
Steady! the whole brigade. | |
Hills at the ford, cut off; well win | |
His way out, ball and blade. | |
What matter if our shoes are worn? | |
What matter if our feet are torn? | 30 |
Quick step! were with him before morn: | |
Thats Stonewall Jacksons Way. | |
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The suns bright lances rout the mists | |
Of morning; and By George! | |
Heres Longstreet, struggling in the lists, | 35 |
Hemmed in an ugly gorge. | |
Pope and his Dutchmen!whipped before. | |
Baynets and grape! hear Stonewall roar. | |
Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashbys score, | |
In Stonewall Jacksons Way. | 40 |
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Ah, Maiden! wait and watch, and yearn, | |
For news of Stonewalls band. | |
Ah, Widow! read, with eyes that burn, | |
That ring upon thy hand. | |
Ah, Wife! sew on, pray on, hope on! | 45 |
Thy life shall not be all forlorn. | |
The foe had better neer been born, | |
That gets in Stonewalls Way. | |
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