The hero Jackson comes, my boys
Oh! Stand the storm, it won't be long
Lift up your hearts, in song rejoice
Oh, Stand the storm, it won't be long!
He comes with sword, and bay'net long
He'll lay the vandals in the dust
Oh! Stand the Storm! Oh, stand the storm!
It won't be long! It won't be long!
We'll anchor by and by

2
Again he's swept Manassas' plain
And belching bullets thick as rain
He comes with fire and steel and flame
The despot quakes to hear his name!

3
The brutal Pope in his defeat,
Has found the lines of his retreat,
And King, though man of royal name,
Deserves his fate of open shame

4
The thund'ring shock of Southern braves,
Struck panic through the hireling slaves;
They broke, they ran, and curs'd the day
They met such men, in such a fray

5
And now our flag from neighb'ring heights
So proudly floats, so madly frights
The tyrant and his tools of state
They tremble at their coming fate