| Song | Stonewall's Requiem |
| Artist | Bobby Horton |
| Album | Homespun Songs of the C.S.A., Volume 2 |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : M. Deeves |
| [00:04.133] | The muffled drum is beating |
| [00:08.639] | There's a sad and solemn tread |
| [00:13.118] | Our banner's draped in mourning |
| [00:17.868] | As it shrouds thy illustrious dead |
| [00:22.337] | Proud forms are bent with sorrow |
| [00:26.811] | And all southern hearts are sore |
| [00:31.283] | The hero now is sleeping |
| [00:35.754] | Noble Stonewall is no more |
| [00:40.513] | Mid the rattling of the muskets |
| [00:45.000] | And the cannons thundrous roar |
| [00:49.482] | He stained the field of glory |
| [00:53.948] | With his brave life's precious gore |
| [00:58.427] | And though our flag waved proudly |
| [01:03.188] | We were victors ere sunset |
| [01:07.673] | The gallant deeds of Chancelorsville |
| [01:12.426] | Will mingle with regret |
| [01:53.822] | They've borne him to an honored grave |
| [01:58.025] | The lawrel crowns his brow |
| [02:02.223] | By hallowed Jame's silent wave |
| [02:06.699] | He's sweetly sleeping now |
| [02:11.456] | Virginia to the South is dear |
| [02:16.218] | She holds a sacred trust |
| [02:20.419] | Our fallen braves from near and far |
| [02:24.894] | Are covered with her dust |
| [02:29.935] | She shrines the spot where now is laid |
| [02:34.139] | The bravest of them all |
| [02:38.616] | The Martyr of our country's cause |
| [02:43.375] | Our idolized Stonewall |
| [02:47.847] | But tho' his spirit's wafted |
| [02:52.052] | To the happy realms a bove |
| [02:56.810] | His name shall live forever linked |
| [03:01.288] | With reverence and love |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : M. Deeves |
| [00:04.133] | The muffled drum is beating |
| [00:08.639] | There' s a sad and solemn tread |
| [00:13.118] | Our banner' s draped in mourning |
| [00:17.868] | As it shrouds thy illustrious dead |
| [00:22.337] | Proud forms are bent with sorrow |
| [00:26.811] | And all southern hearts are sore |
| [00:31.283] | The hero now is sleeping |
| [00:35.754] | Noble Stonewall is no more |
| [00:40.513] | Mid the rattling of the muskets |
| [00:45.000] | And the cannons thundrous roar |
| [00:49.482] | He stained the field of glory |
| [00:53.948] | With his brave life' s precious gore |
| [00:58.427] | And though our flag waved proudly |
| [01:03.188] | We were victors ere sunset |
| [01:07.673] | The gallant deeds of Chancelorsville |
| [01:12.426] | Will mingle with regret |
| [01:53.822] | They' ve borne him to an honored grave |
| [01:58.025] | The lawrel crowns his brow |
| [02:02.223] | By hallowed Jame' s silent wave |
| [02:06.699] | He' s sweetly sleeping now |
| [02:11.456] | Virginia to the South is dear |
| [02:16.218] | She holds a sacred trust |
| [02:20.419] | Our fallen braves from near and far |
| [02:24.894] | Are covered with her dust |
| [02:29.935] | She shrines the spot where now is laid |
| [02:34.139] | The bravest of them all |
| [02:38.616] | The Martyr of our country' s cause |
| [02:43.375] | Our idolized Stonewall |
| [02:47.847] | But tho' his spirit' s wafted |
| [02:52.052] | To the happy realms a bove |
| [02:56.810] | His name shall live forever linked |
| [03:01.288] | With reverence and love |