"Riding a Raid" (1863) Words: anonymous Music: based on "Bonnie Dundee" an old Scotch air 1. Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword: "Now each cavalier that loves Honor and Right, Let him follow the feather of Stuart to night!" Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein; Come buckle you blanket and holster again; Try the click of you trigger and balance you blade For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! CHORUS Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein; Come buckle you blanket and holster again; Try the click of you trigger and balance you blade For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! 2. Now gallop now gallop to swim o[']er t[']e ford! Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord: "Now Bye dear old Rebel! the river's not wide, And Mary-land's light's in her window to guide." Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein; Come buckle you blanket and holster again; Try the click of you trigger and balance you blade For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! (CHORUS) 3. There's a man in a 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 sabres, and not one dull blade. Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein; Come buckle you blanket and holster again; Try the click of you trigger and balance you blade For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! (CHORUS) 4. Then gallop, then gallop by ravines and rocks! Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks; For with these points of steel, on the line of Penn, We have made some fine strokes, and we make them again. Then tighten your girth and slacken your rein; Come buckle you blanket and holster again; Try the click of you trigger and balance you blade For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid! CHORUS Then tighten your girth and slacken your rein; Come buckle you blanket and holster again; Try the click of you trigger and balance you blade For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!