'Tis old Stonewall the rebel that leans on that sword

And while we are mounting, praise love 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 ridin' the raid

Now gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford

Old Stonewall's still watchin', praise love to the Lord

Goodbye, 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 ridin' the raid

There's a man in the White House with blood on his mouth

If there's knaves in the North, there are braves in the South

We are three thousand horses and not one afraid

We are three thousand sabers and not of the blade

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 ridin' the raid