2nd South Carolina String Band - Riding a Raid (feat. Mike Paul)
Composed by:Traditional Song
Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword
And while we are mounting prays low 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' a raid
Now gallop now gallop to swim or to ford
Old Stonewall still watchin' prays low to the Lord
Good-bye 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' a 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 a dull 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' a raid
Then gallop then gallop by rivers and rocks
Who'd bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks
With these points of steel on the line of Penn
We've made some fine strokes and we'll make them again
Come tighten your girth and slacken your reigns
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
By the click of the trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure that goes ridin' a raid