Jackson's Ride

Jackson’s Ride
By Brad Bulla

The Rappahannock makes its way
A little west of Fredericksburg
The lonely cry of the whippoorwill
Was the only sound that could be heard

The moonlight made the white rocks glow
Underneath the horses hooves
Eire shadows slowly moved
Coming up the Old Plank Road

A place of shadows where the Rebels lay
The 28th and 18th Caroline
On the 2 of May in 63
They were tangled in the vines

Jackson moved on up the road
The Rebels thought Ole Hooker was a comin
They rained fire down on him
Then they all took to runnin

Where shadows move in the puckerbrush
Where the Bullock Road comes down
Jackson’s ride on that fatal night
When his own men shot him down

Jackson’s ride on that fatal night
When his own men shot him down