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heard thy name, O Mina! Far through our hills it rang; A sound more strong than tempests, More deep than armour's clang: The peasant left his vineyard, The shepherd grasp'd the spear; We heard thy name, O Mina! The mountain bands are here.

As eagles to the day-spring, As torrents to the sea, From every dark Sierra, So rushed our hearts to thee. Thy spirit is our banner, Thine eye our beacon-sign, Thy name our trumpet, Mina!— The mountain bands are thine.