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'Tis old Stonewall, the Rebel, that leans on his sword |
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And while we are mounting, prays low to the Lord |
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"Now each cavalier that loves Honor and Right, |
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Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight." |
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Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein |
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Come buckle your blanket and holster again |
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Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade |
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For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! |
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Now gallop, now gallop, to swim or to ford! |
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Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord |
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"Good-bye dear old Rebel! The river's not wide |
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And Maryland's lights in her window to guide." |
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Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein |
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Come buckle your blanket and holster again |
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Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade |
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For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! |
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There's a man in the white house with blood on his mouth |
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If there's knaves in the North, there are braves in the South |
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We are three thousand horses and not one afraid |
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We are three thousand sabres and not a dull blade |
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Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein |
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Come buckle your blanket and holster again |
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Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade |
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For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! |
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