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Low lie the forts of the vanquished Moor; He groans' neath the chains of the conqueror. Grenada's regal citadel Fiercely beleaguered, holds out still, But the plague is raging there.

In Alpuhara's towers, a band With the brave Almanzor still keep their stand; But the Spanish colours wave below, And by dawn of day, the leaguering foe For a last assault prepare.

At sunrise the cannons bombard the town, The ram parts give way, the walls fall down; Already the cross of Spain is set High on each Moorish minaret— The castle is forced and won.