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Come, stack arms, men. Pile on the rails, |
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Stir up the campfire bright; |
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No matter if the canteen fails, |
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We'll make a roaring night. |
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Here Shenandoah brawls along, |
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There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong |
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To swell the brigade's rousing song |
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Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\" |
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(Here Shenandoah brawls along, |
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There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong |
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To swell the brigade's rousing song |
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Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\" |
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\"Stonewall Jackson's way.\") |
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We see him now, the old slouched hat |
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cocked o'er his eye askew, |
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The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, |
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So calm, so blunt, so true. |
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That \"Blue-Light Elder\" knows 'em well |
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Says he, \"That's Banks; he's fond of shell |
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Lord save his soul! We'll give him\"...well, |
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That's \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\" |
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(Here Shenandoah brawls along, |
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There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong |
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To swell the brigade's rousing song |
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Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\" |
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\"Stonewall Jackson's way.\") |
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Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off! |
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Old Blue Light's going to pray; |
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Strangle the fool that dares to scoff; |
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Attention; it's his way! |
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Appealing from his native sod, |
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In forma pauperis to God-- |
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\"Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod; |
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Amen.\" That's \"Stonewall's way.\" |
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(Here Shenandoah brawls along, |
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There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong |
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To swell the brigade's rousing song |
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Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\" |
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\"Stonewall Jackson's way.\") |
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Ah, maiden! wait and watch and yearn |
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For news of Stonewall's band! |
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Ah, widow! read with eyes that burn |
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That ring upon thy hand! |
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Ah, wife! sew on, pray on, hope on, |
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Thy life shall not be all forlorn |
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The foe had better ne'er been born, |
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That gets in Stonewall's way. |
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(Here Shenandoah brawls along, |
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There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong |
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To swell the brigade's rousing song |
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Of \"Stonewall Jackson's way.\" |
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\"Stonewall Jackson's way.\") |
