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Iberian bands! whose noble ardour glows To pour confusion on oppressive foes; Intrepid spirits, hail! 'tis yours to feel The hero's fire, the freeman's godlike zeal! Not to secure dominion's boundless reign, Ye wave the flag of conquest o'er the slain; No cruel rapine leads you to the war, Nor mad ambition, whirl'd in crimson car. No, brave Castilians! yours a nobler end, Your land, your laws, your monarch to defend! For these, for these, your valiant legions rear The floating standard, and the lofty spear! The fearless lover wields the conquering sword, Fired by the image of the maid adored! His best-beloved, his fondest ties, to aid, The father's hand unsheaths the glittering blade! For each, for all, for ev'ry sacred right, The daring patriot mingles in the fight! And e'en if love or friendship fail to warm, His country's name alone can nerve his dauntless arm!

He bleeds! he falls! his death-bed is the field! His dirge the trumpet, and his bier the shield! His closing eyes the beam of valour speak, The flush of ardour lingers on his check: