Friday’s great event!

The enemy’s water-batteries beat!

We silenced every gun!

The old Commodore’s compliments sent

Plump into Donelson!

“Well, well, go on!” exclaimed the crowd

To him who thus much read aloud.

“That’s all,” he said. “What! nothing more”

“Enough for a cheer, though—hip, hurrah!”

“But here’s old Baldy come again—