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,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\"
(Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\"
\"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.
That \"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.\"
(Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\"
\"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,
In forma pauperis to God--
\"Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod;
Amen.\" That's \"Stonewall's way.\"
(Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\"
\"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.
(Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\"
\"Stonewall Jackson's way.\")