...son, the scoundrel, he got his desert; The panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt. It is true I sent steamers which tried for a week To silence the rebels down there at the creek; But they had at Game Point about fifty or more Rifled cannon set up in a line on the shore, And six thousand Confederates practised to fire 'em, (Confound these Virginians, we never can tire 'em!) Who made game of our shoo...