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"Stonewall Jackson's Way" is a poem penned during the American Civil War that later became a well-known patriotic song of the Confederate States of America and the Southern United States. It was found in the coat of a dead soldier of the "Stonewall Brigade" after one of Jackson's battles in the Shenandoah Valley, and was said to have been written within hearing of the Battle of Antietam on September 17, 1862. It became very popular, but its authorship was unknown until almost twenty-five years later. The poem honors the famed Confederate officer Lt. Gen. Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson, and was written by John Williamson Palmer (1825–1906). Palmer stated that he wrote the ballad September 16, 1862;〔Miles, ''The Photographic History of The Civil War'', p. 86: (Dr. John Williamson Palmer ) "In September, 1862, I found myself at the glades Hotel, at Oakland, on the line of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, and in that part of Allegany County, Maryland, which is now known as Garrett county. ... I wrote the ballad of 'Stonewall Jackson's Way' with the roar of those guns in my ears.〕 however, Miller & Beacham, who published the song in 1862, stated that the song was found on the body of a Confederate sergeant after the First Battle of Winchester, May 25, 1862.〔Anonymous, "Stonewall Jackson's Way" (Sheet music), p. 3: "Found on a Confederat Sergeant of the old Stonewall Brigade taken at Winchester Va."〕 The title ''Stonewall Jackson's Way'' was used for Stonewall Jackson's Way, a board wargame published by Avalon Hill in 1992. ==Poem== Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, Stir up the camp-fire 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 askew; The shrewd, dry smile, - the speech so pat, So calm, so blunt, so true. The "Blue-Light Elder," his foe knows well. Says he, "that's Banks, - he don't like shell; Lord save his soul! we'll give him hell!" In Stonewall Jackson's way. Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off! Old "Blue Lights" going to pray. Strangle the fool that dares to scoff! Attention! it's his way. Appealing from his native sod, In ''forma pauperis'' to God, Say "tare Thine arm; stretch forth thy rod, Amen!" "That's Stonewall Jackson's way." He's in the saddle now, Fall in! Steady the whole brigade; Hill's at the ford, cut off, we'll win His way out, ball and blade! What matter if our shoes ''are'' worn? What matter if our feet ''are'' torn? Quick-step! we're with him before morn! That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." The sun's bright lances, rout the mists, Of morning, and by George! Here's Longstreet, struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge. Pope and his Yankees, fierce before, "Bay'nets and grape!" hear Stonewall roar; "Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score!" In "Stonewall Jackson's way." Ah! Maiden, wait and watch and yearn For news of Jackson's band! Ah! Widow, read, with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand; Ah! Wife, sew on, pray on, hope on; Thy life shall not be all forlorn The foe had better ne'er been born That gets in "Stonewall's way." 抄文引用元・出典: フリー百科事典『 ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 ■ウィキペディアで「Stonewall Jackson's Way」の詳細全文を読む スポンサード リンク
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