John Buford

Old John Buford, what do you see

Comin' down that Chambersburg Pike?

A band of hungry Rebels looking for some shoes

Got caught in a real good fight

Well that shot rang out

Cross that farm and field

Scattered pigs and horses

Chickens flew with the forces

Well that Gray tide is comin'

And they ain't turnin' round

Coming down that Chambersburg Pike

Hold the line son

Don't let 'em push you down

Take the high ground

Don't let those Rebels

Let those Rebels into town

Abner Doubleday was there

With a big old baseball bat

Coming down that Chambersburg Pike

He said line 'em up son

We'll give 'em a wack

Johnny Reb is on the attack

General John Reynolds fell

Shot there on the hill

Call those Indiana boys

Iron Brigade to the field

Well that Gray tide is comin,'

And they ain't turning round

Coming down that Chambersburg Pike

Hold the line son

Don't let 'em push you down

Take the high ground

Don't let those Rebels

Let those Rebels into town

Hold the line son

Don't let 'em push you down

Take the high ground

Don't let those Rebels

Let those Rebels into town

Old John Buford, hold your head up high

You fought that good fight today

We'll you held that high ground

Up on Cemetery Hill

Live to fight another day