Lyrics:

You make me swoon, when you cross the room, my lips quiver, and I drool on you, you make me swoon, when you cross the room, my heart faints for you, it's true, oh fainting is dainty, as any boy can tell, but if falling in love is sissy, then call me a daffodil, you make me swoon, when you cross the room, my heart faints for you, You make me swoon, when you cross the room, my lips quiver, and I drool on you, you make me swoon, when you cross the room, my heart faints for you, you make me swoon

Lyrics:

When General Jackson was riding in the wilderness, startled some of his own men, they shot and did not miss. Their mistaken bullets tore through his arm. And the men cried to themselves, "Good Lord, what have I done?" Then General Jackson was lying in a farm house bed, the doctor sawed his shoulder and they all wept when it bled. The General, he lay silently, as if he is made of clay, and he spoke not a word until they heard him say: Bury my elbow beneath the willow tree and keep your shovels handy for to bury me. Oh the fastest rider was sent to General Lee at once to tell him about Jackson's arm and all that had been done. Said Lee to the rider, "It is a fearful night, for Jackson has lost his left arm, but I have lost my right." Bury my elbow beneath the willow tree and keep your shovels handy for to bury me. Oh the farmers dug a little hole atop of a little hill. They buried General Jackson's arm and you can visit it there still. And when people go there, it's clear to one and all, it took a mighty Lord to break the Stonewall. Bury my elbow beneath the willow tree and keep your shovels handy for to bury me.