And while we are mounting, prays low to the Lord
tighten your girth slacken your rein
"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
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
galloping galloping galloping galloping
Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks!
Who bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks
with these points of steel, on the line of Penn
We made some fine strokes-and we'll make 'em again
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
Ride Riding a Raid