Riding A Raid

E A E 'Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword B7 And while we are mounting, prays low to the Lord: E A E "Now each cavalier that loves Honor and Right, B7 E A E Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight." B7 Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein E Come buckle your blanket and holster again; F#m E7 A Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade, E B7 E A E For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! E A E Now gallop, now gallop, to swim or to ford! B7 Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord: E A E "Good-bye dear old Rebel! The river's not wide, B7 E A E And Maryland's lights in her windows to guide." B7 Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein E Come buckle your blanket and holster again; F#m E7 A Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade, E B7 E A E For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! E A E There's a man in a white house with blood on his mouth! B7 If there's Knaves in the North, there are braves in the South. E A E We are three thousand horses, and not one afraid; B7 E A E We are three thousand sabres and not a dull blade. B7 Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein E Come buckle your blanket and holster again; F#m E7 A Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade, E B7 E A E For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! E A E Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks! B7 Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks; E A E For with these points of steel, on the line of Penn, B7 E A E We have made some fine strokes-and we'll make 'em again. B7 Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein E Come buckle your blanket and holster again; F#m E7 A Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade, E B7 E A E For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!