Riding a Raid

Riding a Raid by Anonymous (Confederacy)

'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:"Good-bye dear old Rebel! The river's not wide,And Maryland's lights in her window to guide."(Chorus)There's a man in a 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 Penn,We have made some fine strokes-and we'll make 'em again.