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STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY (J. W. Palmer) Come, stack arms, men, pile on the rails Stir up the campfire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night Here Shenandoah brawls along The burly Blue Ridge echoes strong To swell the Brigade's rousing song Of Stonewall Jackson's way! We see him now --- the old slouched hat Cocked o'er his eye askew. The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, So calm, so blunt, so true; The "Blue Light Elder" knows' em well: Says he, "That's Banks, he's fond of shell; Lord, save his soul! we'll give him ---", well That's Stonewall Jackson's way. Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off! Old "Blue Light's" going to pray; Strangle the fool that dares to scoff! Attention! It's his way! Appealing from his native sod, "Hear us, Almighty God! * Lay bare Thine arm, stretch forth Thy rod, Amen!" That's Stonewall Jackson's way. He's in the saddle now! Fall in! Steady! The whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off --- we'll win His way out, ball and blade! What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? "Quick-step! We're with him before dawn!" That's Stonewall Jackson's way. The sun's bright lances rout the mists Of morning, and, by George! Here's Longstreet struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge. Pope and his Yankees, whipped before, "Bayonets and grape!" Hear Stonewall roar; "Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score!" Is Stonewall Jackson's way. Ah, maiden, wait, and watch, and yearn For news of Stonewall's band! Ah, widow, read, with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand! Ah, wife, sew on, pray on, hope on! Thy life shall not be all forlorn. The foe had better ne'er been born that gets in Stonewall's way * original reads "In forma pauperis to God" from Songs of the Civil War, Silber @American @Confederate @Civil @war @Army filename[ STNWALLJ TUNE FILE: STNWALLJ CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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