- Joined
- Mar 21, 2012
Ride, ride, ride
In the Summer of "63 a diversionary plan was being hatched. Orders were cut to stay within the next state only. Myself and my men mounted up to do what we must, and rode off in a cloud of dust.
Ride, ride, ride.
We crossed the state line and havoc we created. We hit stores and supply depots, Communications and track were at our mercy. The men in Blue were not pleased with our acting. They chased and skirmished whenever they could in hopes to send us packing.
Ride, ride, ride
Another state line lay just yonder ahead. Orders were for thee, not for me. Onward they went. 2500 horses were taken, 6000 prisoners had been captured and paroled, they never suspected we would be this bold,
Ride, ride, ride
Another border we crossed. Skirmish and skedaddle. A total of 34 bridges we left in disarray. More men in Blue joined the pursue. We did what damage we could and rode hard for the state line. The river fords were flooded so we helped ourselves to two steamboats to get across. One we torched and the others sent downriver with orders not to look back. Our actions had left local economies in disaster. We had pushed our luck beyond what was prudent. A battle ensued, outnumbered we were as the Blue Army caught up, so surrender we must. Some got away, but for me it was off to the State Pen. Escape was foremost in our minds. When the opportunity arose we wasted no time and skedaddled for home.
In the Summer of "63 a diversionary plan was being hatched. Orders were cut to stay within the next state only. Myself and my men mounted up to do what we must, and rode off in a cloud of dust.
Ride, ride, ride.
We crossed the state line and havoc we created. We hit stores and supply depots, Communications and track were at our mercy. The men in Blue were not pleased with our acting. They chased and skirmished whenever they could in hopes to send us packing.
Ride, ride, ride
Another state line lay just yonder ahead. Orders were for thee, not for me. Onward they went. 2500 horses were taken, 6000 prisoners had been captured and paroled, they never suspected we would be this bold,
Ride, ride, ride
Another border we crossed. Skirmish and skedaddle. A total of 34 bridges we left in disarray. More men in Blue joined the pursue. We did what damage we could and rode hard for the state line. The river fords were flooded so we helped ourselves to two steamboats to get across. One we torched and the others sent downriver with orders not to look back. Our actions had left local economies in disaster. We had pushed our luck beyond what was prudent. A battle ensued, outnumbered we were as the Blue Army caught up, so surrender we must. Some got away, but for me it was off to the State Pen. Escape was foremost in our minds. When the opportunity arose we wasted no time and skedaddled for home.
- Whom is this raid story about?
- What four states were involved?
- What was the town I was captured in?