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Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,
Stir up the campfire bright;
No matter if the canteen fails,
We’ll make a rousing night!
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
And burly Blue-Ridge echoes strong,
To swell our brigade’s rousing song
Of “Stonewall Jackson’s way.”

We see him now—the old slouched hat,
Cocked o’er his eye askew;
The shrewd, dry smile—the speech so pat,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
The “Blue-Light Elder,” his foe knows well.
Says he, “that’s Banks—he don’t like shell;
Lord save his soul! we’ll give him hell!”
In Stonewall Jackson’s way.

SOV_CivilWar_StonewallJackson.1946.41Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
Old “Blue Lights” going to pray.
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff!
Attention! it’s his way.
Appealing from his native sod,
In forma pauperis to God,
Say “tare Thine arm; stretch forth thy rod,
Amen!” “That’s Stonewall Jackson’s way.”

He’s in the saddle now, Fall in!
Steady the whole brigade;
Hill’s at the ford, cut off, we’ll win
His way out, ball and blade!
What matter if our shoes are worn?
What matter if our feet are torn?
Quick-step! we’re with him before morn!
That’s “Stonewall Jackson’s way.”

The sun’s bright lances, rout the mists,
Of morning, and by George!
Here’s Longstreet, struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
Pope and his Yankees, fierce before,
“Bay’nets and grape!” hear Stonewall roar;
“Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby’s score!”
In “Stonewall Jackson’s way.”

Ah! Maiden, wait and watch and yearn
For news of Jackson’s band!
Ah! Widow, read, with eyes that burn,
That ring upon thy hand;
Ah! Wife, sew on, pray on, hope on;
Thy life shall not be all forlorn
The foe had better ne’er been born
That gets in “Stonewall’s way.”

Penned during the Civil War, found in the coat pocket of a deceased soldier, Stonewall Jackson’s Way became known as the Song of the Confederate States of America. 

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  1. Bravo!

    From the pen of a soldier of Jackson’s brigade. “Stonewall’s” men and true. Who, when powder and ball came short, fought with rocks at Manassas.

    Who marched when he gave the order and ate when rations were at hand.

    And, who can forget when he crossed the ‘T’ at Chancellorsville and the blue-clad invaders went-a runnin’ through the wild undergrowth of the Wilderness. Then Jackson was heard no more.

    Indeed VMI was heard that valorous day but ‘Stonewall’ was no more.

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