She took up the flag the men hauled down;
In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead;
Under his slouched hat, left and right
He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
“Halt!” The dust brown ranks stood fast.
“Fire!” out blazed the rifle blast.
It shivered the window pane and sash,