Stonewall Jackson's Way Lyrics
| Song | Stonewall Jackson's Way |
| Artist | Bobby Horton |
| Album | Homespun Songs of the C.S.A., Volume 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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." |
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