Jackson in the Valley

T'was back in the Summer of '61
Stonewall Jackson's fame was won
McDowell marched across Bull Run
And went back running to Washington

Come the Spring of '62
Down the Valley Ol' Blue Light flew
At Kernstown there he picked a fight
And gave Old Abe' a fearsome fright

Rebels in the Valley, Lincoln cries Alarm
Jackson's in the Valley' I fear he'll do us harm
Jackson's in the Valley' Stonewall is on the loose
Jackson's in the Valley' all hell's a'breaking loose

Down the Valley and back again
Stonewall's boys did fight and win
For two long months and maybe more
We marched, and we fought, then we marched some more

Now we'll raise a rebel yell
And we'll send them Yankees straight to hell
We'll give them grapeshot' buck, and ball
We'll march and we'll fight for old Stonewall

We'll march even though our feet are torn
And it's true our clothes are worn
Still we'll keep our muskets primed
For Stonewall's army is full of fight

Banks and Shields, and Fremont too
From our Valley they all withdrew
Jackson swept the Valley clear
And now he marches on McClellan's rear

Jackson's in the Valley' Stonewall is on the loose
Jackson's in the Valley, all hell's a'breaking loose
Jackson's in the Valley, Stonewall is on the loose
Jackson's in the Valley, all hell's a'breaking loose