Stonewall Jackson’s Way (1862)

Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, Stir up the camp-fire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, To swell the brigade's rousing song Of "Stonewall Jackson's Say." We see him now, — the old slouched hat Cocked o'er… Continue reading Stonewall Jackson’s Way (1862)