'Tis old Stonewall the rebel that leans on his sword
And while we we are mounting prays low to the Lord
Now each cavalier who lover honor and right
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight

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
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Tighten your girth, slacken your reigns
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Buckle your blanket and holster again

Then gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford
Old Stonewalls still watching, prays low to the Lord
Goodbye dear old rebel, the rivers not wide
And Maryland's lights in her window to guide

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
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Tighten your girth, slacken your reigns
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Buckle your blanket and holster again
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
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Tighten your girth, slacken your reigns
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Buckle your blanket and holster again
Riding, riding, riding, riding, riding, riding the raid