'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!
galloping galloping galloping galloping
tighten your girth slacken your rein
galloping galloping galloping galloping
buckle your blanket and holster again
Then 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!
galloping galloping galloping galloping
tighten your girth slacken your rein
galloping galloping galloping galloping
buckle your blanket and holster again
Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks!
Who bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks
with these points of steel, on the line of Penn
We made some fine strokes-and we'll make 'em again
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!
galloping galloping galloping galloping
tighten your girth slacken your reins
galloping galloping galloping galloping
buckle your blanket and holster again
Ride Ride Ride Ride
Ride Riding a Raid