SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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THE CID'S BATTLE SONG.
The Moor is on his way!
With the tambour-peal and the tecbir-shout,
And the horn o'er the blue seas ringing out,
He hath marshall'd his dark array!
Shout through the vine-clad land!
That her sons on all their hills may hear,
And sharpen the point of the red wolf spear,
And the sword for the brave man's hand!
(The Citizens join in the song, while they continue
arming themselves).
Banners are in the field!
The chief must rise from his joyous board,
And turn from the feast ere the wine be pour'd,
And take up his father's shield!
The Moor is on his way!
Let the peasant leave his olive-ground,
And the goats roam wild through the pine-woods round!
—There is nobler work to-day!
