The terrible grumble and rumble and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more—
And Sheridan twenty miles away!
And wilder still those billows of war,
Thundered along the horizon’s bar;
And louder yet into Winchester rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold—
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
With Sheridan twenty miles away!