作曲 : Anon/Traditional
 T'was back in the Summer of '61
 Stonewall  Jackson's fame was won
 McDowell  marched across Bull Run
 And went back running to Washington
 Come the Spring of '62
 Down  the Valley Ol' Blue Light flew
 At  Kernstown there he picked a fight
 And gave Old Abe' a fearsome fright
 Rebels  in the Valley, Lincoln cries Alarm
 Jackson's in the Valley‚ all fear to his harm
 Jackson's in the Valley‚ Stonewall is on the loose
 Jackson's in the Valley‚ all hell's a'breaking loose
 Down  the Valley and back again
 Stonewall's boys did fight win
 For two long months and maybe more
 We marched, and we fought, then we marched some more
 Now we'll raise a rebel yell
 And we'll send them Yankees straight to hell
 We'll give them grape shot‚ buck, and ball
 We'll march and we'll fight for old Stonewall
 We'll march even though our feet are torn
 And it's true our clothes are worn
 Still we'll keep our muskets primed
 For Stonewall's army is full of fight
 Banks and Shields, and Freemont too
 From our Valley they all withdrew
 Jackson swept the Valley clear
 And now he marches on McClellan's rear
 Jackson's in the Valley‚ Stonewall is on the loose
 Jackson's in the Valley, all hell's a'breaking loose
 Jackson's in the Valley, Stonewall is on the loose
 Jackson's in the Valley, all hell's a'breaking loose