Stonewall Jackson's Way 歌词

歌曲	Stonewall Jackson's Way
歌手	Bobby Horton
专辑	Homespun Songs of the C.S.A., Volume 1
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[00:00.000]	作曲 : John W. Palmer
[00:13.047]	Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,
[00:15.295]	Stir up the camp-fire bright;
[00:17.263]	No matter if the canteen fails,
[00:19.223]	We'll make a rousing night!
[00:21.182]	Here Shenandoah brawls along,
[00:23.144]	And burly Blue-Ridge echoes strong,
[00:25.106]	To swell our brigade's rousing song
[00:27.074]	Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."
[00:29.323]	We see him now, - the old slouched hat,
[00:31.012]	Cocked o'er his eye askew;
[00:32.974]	The shrewd, dry smile, - the speech so pat,
[00:35.215]	So calm, so blunt, so true.
[00:37.181]	That "Blue-Light Elder," knows him well.
[00:39.152]	Says he, "that's Banks, - he's fond of shell;
[00:41.118]	Lord save his soul! we'll give him - well."
[00:43.088]	That's Stonewall Jackson's way.
[00:53.196]	Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
[00:55.167]	Old "Blue Light's" going to pray.
[00:57.128]	Strangle the fool that dares to scoff!
[00:59.083]	Attention! That's his way.
[01:01.041]	Appealing from his native sod,
[01:03.007]	"Hear us, hear us, oh mighty God,"
[01:05.249]	Lay "tare Thine arm; stretch forth thy rod,
[01:07.217]	"That's Stonewall Jackson's way."
[01:09.463]	He's in the saddle now, Fall in!
[01:11.149]	Steady the whole brigade;
[01:13.111]	Hill's at the ford, cut off, we'll win
[01:15.073]	His way out, ball and blade!
[01:17.039]	What matter if our shoes are worn?
[01:19.018]	What matter if our feet are torn?
[01:20.982]	Quick-step! we're with him there at dawn!
[01:23.222]	That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
[01:33.263]	The sun's bright lances, rout the mists,
[01:34.946]	Of morning, and by George!
[01:37.193]	Here's Longstreet, struggling in the lists,
[01:38.874]	Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
[01:41.115]	Pope and his Yankees, fierce before,
[01:43.079]	"Bay'nets and grape!" hear Stonewall roar;
[01:45.044]	"Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score!"
[01:47.290]	In "Stonewall Jackson's way."
[01:49.256]	Ah! Maiden, wait and watch and yearn
[01:50.935]	For news of Jackson's band!
[01:53.180]	Ah! Widow, read, with eyes that burn,
[01:55.142]	That ring upon thy hand;
[01:57.108]	Ah! Wife, sew on, hope on, and pray
[01:59.074]	Thy life shall not be all forlorn
[02:01.041]	The foe had better ne'er been born
[02:03.006]	That gets in "Stonewall's way."

[00:00.000]	zuo qu : John W. Palmer
[00:13.047]	Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,
[00:15.295]	Stir up the campfire bright
[00:17.263]	No matter if the canteen fails,
[00:19.223]	We' ll make a rousing night!
[00:21.182]	Here Shenandoah brawls along,
[00:23.144]	And burly BlueRidge echoes strong,
[00:25.106]	To swell our brigade' s rousing song
[00:27.074]	Of " Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[00:29.323]	We see him now, the old slouched hat,
[00:31.012]	Cocked o' er his eye askew
[00:32.974]	The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,
[00:35.215]	So calm, so blunt, so true.
[00:37.181]	That " BlueLight Elder," knows him well.
[00:39.152]	Says he, " that' s Banks, he' s fond of shell
[00:41.118]	Lord save his soul! we' ll give him well."
[00:43.088]	That' s Stonewall Jackson' s way.
[00:53.196]	Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
[00:55.167]	Old " Blue Light' s" going to pray.
[00:57.128]	Strangle the fool that dares to scoff!
[00:59.083]	Attention! That' s his way.
[01:01.041]	Appealing from his native sod,
[01:03.007]	" Hear us, hear us, oh mighty God,"
[01:05.249]	Lay " tare Thine arm stretch forth thy rod,
[01:07.217]	" That' s Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[01:09.463]	He' s in the saddle now, Fall in!
[01:11.149]	Steady the whole brigade
[01:13.111]	Hill' s at the ford, cut off, we' ll win
[01:15.073]	His way out, ball and blade!
[01:17.039]	What matter if our shoes are worn?
[01:19.018]	What matter if our feet are torn?
[01:20.982]	Quickstep! we' re with him there at dawn!
[01:23.222]	That' s " Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[01:33.263]	The sun' s bright lances, rout the mists,
[01:34.946]	Of morning, and by George!
[01:37.193]	Here' s Longstreet, struggling in the lists,
[01:38.874]	Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
[01:41.115]	Pope and his Yankees, fierce before,
[01:43.079]	" Bay' nets and grape!" hear Stonewall roar
[01:45.044]	" Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby' s score!"
[01:47.290]	In " Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[01:49.256]	Ah! Maiden, wait and watch and yearn
[01:50.935]	For news of Jackson' s band!
[01:53.180]	Ah! Widow, read, with eyes that burn,
[01:55.142]	That ring upon thy hand
[01:57.108]	Ah! Wife, sew on, hope on, and pray
[01:59.074]	Thy life shall not be all forlorn
[02:01.041]	The foe had better ne' er been born
[02:03.006]	That gets in " Stonewall' s way."

[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : John W. Palmer
[00:13.047]	Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,
[00:15.295]	Stir up the campfire bright
[00:17.263]	No matter if the canteen fails,
[00:19.223]	We' ll make a rousing night!
[00:21.182]	Here Shenandoah brawls along,
[00:23.144]	And burly BlueRidge echoes strong,
[00:25.106]	To swell our brigade' s rousing song
[00:27.074]	Of " Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[00:29.323]	We see him now, the old slouched hat,
[00:31.012]	Cocked o' er his eye askew
[00:32.974]	The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,
[00:35.215]	So calm, so blunt, so true.
[00:37.181]	That " BlueLight Elder," knows him well.
[00:39.152]	Says he, " that' s Banks, he' s fond of shell
[00:41.118]	Lord save his soul! we' ll give him well."
[00:43.088]	That' s Stonewall Jackson' s way.
[00:53.196]	Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
[00:55.167]	Old " Blue Light' s" going to pray.
[00:57.128]	Strangle the fool that dares to scoff!
[00:59.083]	Attention! That' s his way.
[01:01.041]	Appealing from his native sod,
[01:03.007]	" Hear us, hear us, oh mighty God,"
[01:05.249]	Lay " tare Thine arm stretch forth thy rod,
[01:07.217]	" That' s Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[01:09.463]	He' s in the saddle now, Fall in!
[01:11.149]	Steady the whole brigade
[01:13.111]	Hill' s at the ford, cut off, we' ll win
[01:15.073]	His way out, ball and blade!
[01:17.039]	What matter if our shoes are worn?
[01:19.018]	What matter if our feet are torn?
[01:20.982]	Quickstep! we' re with him there at dawn!
[01:23.222]	That' s " Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[01:33.263]	The sun' s bright lances, rout the mists,
[01:34.946]	Of morning, and by George!
[01:37.193]	Here' s Longstreet, struggling in the lists,
[01:38.874]	Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
[01:41.115]	Pope and his Yankees, fierce before,
[01:43.079]	" Bay' nets and grape!" hear Stonewall roar
[01:45.044]	" Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby' s score!"
[01:47.290]	In " Stonewall Jackson' s way."
[01:49.256]	Ah! Maiden, wait and watch and yearn
[01:50.935]	For news of Jackson' s band!
[01:53.180]	Ah! Widow, read, with eyes that burn,
[01:55.142]	That ring upon thy hand
[01:57.108]	Ah! Wife, sew on, hope on, and pray
[01:59.074]	Thy life shall not be all forlorn
[02:01.041]	The foe had better ne' er been born
[02:03.006]	That gets in " Stonewall' s way."

[00:13.047]	来把枪都架到栅栏上！
[00:15.295]	保持着营火亮
[00:17.263]	也别管那水壶破成啥样
[00:19.223]	我们晚上要大闹一场！
[00:21.182]	此处雪兰多河谷中激战狂
[00:23.144]	彼处蓝岭之巅阵阵回响
[00:25.106]	把我们旅激昂的军歌唱响
[00:27.074]	“石墙杰克逊的门道”
[00:29.323]	是他了 - 那老旧的软军帽
[00:31.012]	斜垂下到眼旁
[00:32.974]	那老练干涩的微笑
[00:35.215]	冷静真挚的话语
[00:37.181]	“老蓝灯”对敌人了如指掌
[00:39.152]	他说：“那是班克斯，他爱火炮。
[00:41.118]	天哪救救他吧!我们要对他 - 唉！“
[00:43.088]	是石墙杰克逊的门道！
[00:53.196]	肃静！放枪！下跪！脱帽！
[00:55.167]	“老蓝灯”就要祈祷
[00:57.128]	哪个蠢货敢笑就弄死他！
[00:59.083]	注意！这是他的门道
[01:01.041]	在故土之上仰天祈祷
[01:03.007]	“听听我们吧，万能的主啊，
[01:05.249]	伸出您的手，探出您的杖。“
[01:07.217]	是石墙杰克逊的门道！
[01:09.463]	他坐在了马鞍上，列阵！
[01:11.149]	稳住了整个旅
[01:13.111]	希尔过浅滩穿插，我们会赢
[01:15.073]	他以炮弹刺刀开路！
[01:17.039]	我们鞋子破烂又何妨？
[01:19.018]	我们双脚刺痛又何妨？
[01:20.982]	快步走！破晓便能会师！
[01:23.222]	是石墙杰克逊的门道！
[01:33.263]	清晨阳光驱散迷雾
[01:34.946]	闪耀如圣乔治之矛！
[01:37.193]	隆史崔特也投入到鏖战中
[01:38.874]	在险要山谷中包抄
[01:41.115]	波普与北军在面前撤退
[01:43.079]	“刺刀与霰弹上！”石墙怒吼
[01:45.044]	“冲锋，斯图亚特！为阿什比报仇！”
[01:47.290]	以石墙杰克逊的门道!
[01:49.256]	啊！女士们等待企盼着
[01:50.935]	石墙部队的消息！
[01:53.180]	啊！寡妇以她目光灼灼
[01:55.142]	注视着手上戒指
[01:57.108]	啊！妻子们缝着衣期待祈祷
[01:59.074]	她们的人生应不会陷入绝望
[02:01.041]	那敌人最好娘胎里躺
[02:03.006]	别挡着石墙的道

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