G Come, stack arms, men. Pile on the railsD Stir up the campfire bright;G No matter if the canteen failsD G We'll make a roaring nightC G Here Shenandoah brawls alongD There burly Blue Ridge echoes strongC G To swell the brigade's rousing songD G Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."G We see him now, the old slouched hatD Cocked o'er his eye askewG The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so patD G So calm, so blunt, so trueC G That "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em wellD Says he, "That's Banks; he's fond of shellC G Lord save his soul! We'll give him"...wellD G That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."G Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off!D Old Blue Light's going to pray;G Strangle the fool that dares to scoff;D G Attention; it's his way!C G Appealing from his native sodD In forma pauperis to God--C G "Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod;D G Amen." That's "Stonewall's way."G He's in the saddle now! Fall in!D Steady, the whole brigade!G Hill's at the ford, cut off! He'll winD G His way out, ball and bladeC G What matter if our shoes are worn?D What matter if our feet are torn?C G "Quick step--we're with him ere the dawn!"D G That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."G The sun's bright glances rout the mistsD Of morning, and, by George!G There's Longstreet struggling in the listsD G Hemmed in an ugly gorge--C G Pope and his Yankees whipped beforeD "Bayonet and grape!" hear Stonewall roarG G "Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's scoreD G In Stonewall Jackson's way."
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