Riding a Raid |
Anonymous
'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!
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. Chorus:
4. Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks! |