Riding a Raid

'Tis old Stonewall, the Rebel, that leans on his sword,
And while we are mounting, prays low to the Lord: 
"Now each cavalier that loves Honor and Right, 
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight."
 [bad word] [bad word] tighten your girth and slacken your [bad word] buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade,
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Tighten your girth, slacken your rein!
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
Buckle your blanket and holster again!

Now gallop, now gallop, to swim or to ford!
Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord:
"Good-bye dear old Rebel! The river's not wide,
And Maryland's lights in her window to guide." [bad word] 

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 a dull blade. [bad word] 

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'll make 'em again.