With the Wave of a Bonnet

With the Wave of a Bonnet

They still talk about the glory

Of that little southern Belle,

From the Shenandoah Valley

Who ran through the fires of hell,

Belle Boyd loved her southern land

Like flowers love the sun,

She faced cannon balls and bullets

On her battlefield run.

With the wave of a bonnet

She sent rebel soldiers past,

Said, there's really not that many

And those Union boys won't last,

She told Stonewall and his men

They better hurry and get on it,

Sent them charging into town

With the wave of a bonnet.

She had heard the Union soldiers

Through a knothole in the floor,

While she hid above their parlor

As they made their plans for war,

We'll place divisions all around

And trap them in a box,

Then we'll pounce on Stonewall Jackson

Like the hounds upon a fox.

With the shrieking bullets flying by

She waved them on ahead,

She just couldn't face the vision

Of her rebels lying dead.

With the wave of a bonnet

She sent rebel soldiers past,

Said, there's really not that many

And those Union boys won't last,

She told Stonewall and his men

They better hurry and get on it,

Sent them charging into town

With the wave of a bonnet.

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com