He swept Savannah on his way,
Till Charleston became his prey,
(That den of rattlesnakes and Copps,)
Nor even there the torrent stops!
It rolls along the Southern plain,
Till all resistance is in vain;
Holds Johnston’s barbarous hordes at bay,
Till Grant, at Richmond, wins the day;
Which ’neath his strokes is forced to yield,
And Lee and Davis quit the field: