The sight of the Master compelled it to pause.

With foam and with dust the black charger was grey;

By the flash of his eye and his red nostril’s play

He seemed to the whole great army to say

“I have brought you Sheridan, all the way

From Winchester town to save the day!”

Hurrah, hurrah, for Sheridan!

Hurrah, hurrah, for horse and man!

And when their statues are placed on high

Under the dome of the Union sky