Between McDowell and glory, Jackson stood ready to die. They'd never heard anything like the rebel yell, (their unholy cries!!) Shoving them back, with drawn bayonet Women and children clogged the streets all the way to the potomac. He would defend what he loved until the end Capturing union guns, saving the old dominion Hoping for a path to the James, and quick victory. Union troops met a stonewall, took their place in history. By noon, Manassas was enveloped by the thick summer's heat At sun down, rivers of union blood were flowing at his feet. Jackson's last fight against pneumonia, was one battle he could not win. No shots fired, no charging troops, Just water in his lungs He surely would have preferred to die defending his beautiful home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
