G
Come, stack arms, men. Pile on the rails
D
Stir up the campfire bright;
G
No matter if the canteen fails
D G
We'll make a roaring night
C G
Here Shenandoah brawls along
D
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
C G
To swell the brigade's rousing song
D G
Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."
G
We see him now, the old slouched hat
D
Cocked o'er his eye askew
G
The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat
D G
So calm, so blunt, so true
C G
That "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well
D
Says he, "That's Banks; he's fond of shell
C G
Lord save his soul! We'll give him"...well
D 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 sod
D
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 win
D G
His way out, ball and blade
C 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 mists
D
Of morning, and, by George!
G
There's Longstreet struggling in the lists
D G
Hemmed in an ugly gorge--
C G
Pope and his Yankees whipped before
D
"Bayonet and grape!" hear Stonewall roar
G G
"Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score
D G
In Stonewall Jackson's way."
