'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!

 Now 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!

 There's a man in the white house with blood on his mouth
 If there's knaves in the North, there are braves in the South
 We are three thousand horses and not one afraid
 We are three thousand sabres and not a dull blade
 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!