Riding A Raid

'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."

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!

galloping galloping galloping galloping

tighten your girth slacken your rein

galloping galloping galloping galloping

buckle your blanket and holster again

Then 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."

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!

galloping galloping galloping galloping

tighten your girth slacken your rein

galloping galloping galloping galloping

buckle your blanket and holster again

Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks!

Who bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks

with these points of steel, on the line of Penn

We made some fine strokes-and we'll make 'em again

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!

galloping galloping galloping galloping

tighten your girth slacken your reins

galloping galloping galloping galloping

buckle your blanket and holster again

Ride Ride Ride Ride

Ride Riding a Raid