Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, Stir up the campfire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We’ll make a rousing night! Here Shenandoah brawls along, And burly Blue-Ridge echoes strong, To swell our brigade’s rousing song Of “Stonewall Jackson’s way.” We see him now—the old slouched hat, Cocked o’er his eye [...]