Bobby Horton - Stonewall Jackson's Way lyrics

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." We see him now, the old slouched hat co*ked 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." 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." He's in the saddle now! Fall in! Steady, the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off! He'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 ere the dawn!" That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." The sun's bright glances rout the mists Of morning, and, by George! There's Longstreet struggling in the lists Hemmed in an ugly gorge-- Pope and his Yankees whipped before "Bayonet and grape!" hear Stonewall roar "Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score In 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