Winchester Daily Bulletin

We publish the following lines in lieu of a poem continuing Col. Hawkins' series of national and battle lyrics. He kindly furnished these instead, from the pen of his friend, the gay and festive Hatcher. The refrain is "Drink it Down," and we here drink down a toast to "The Soldiers and the Poets of our noble Tennessee:"

A Health to Our Generals.

AIR--"Southern Toasts."

Here's to Beauregard the brave,
Unto whom the task we gave,
To ring out the Union's knell,
Where the walls of Sumter fell.
May his cannons there once more
Drive the Vandals from our shore,
And a brilliant triumph gain,
As on Shiloh's bloody plain.

Here's a health to General Lee
The defender of the free.
Who through all his country wide
Is her glory and her pride.
On our herald roll of fame
There shall be no prouder name,
And the wreaths which twine his brow
Shall be ever green as now.

Here's to Jackson--"Old Stonewall."
Fill your goblets one and all,
For on many a bloody field
We have seen the foeman yield
When his lions, rank on rank,
Came thundering on their flank,
On our heroes' list there is
Not a nobler name than his

Here's to Johnston: ah! to him
Fill your beakers to the brim.
For he came to render free
Our noble Tennessee,
On whose limbs the iron chain
Of the tyrant clanks again.
Fill your beakers to the brim.
Here's a double health to him