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 'There is no law to say such things As may disgust the ear of kings : ' Thus, snorting with his choler, said The Moorish King, and doomed him dead. Woe is me, Alhama !

Moor Alfaqui ! Moor Alfaqui ! Though thy beard so hoary be, The King hath sent to have thee seized, For Alhama' s loss displeased.

Woe is me, Alhama !

And to fix thy head upon High Alhambra's loftiest stone; That this for thee should be the law, And others tremble when they saw.

Woe is me, Alhama !

'Cavalier, and man of worth! Let these words of mine go forth ! Let the Moorish Monarch know, That to him I nothing owe.

Woe is me, Alhama !

But on my soul Alhama weighs, And on my inmost spirit preys; And if the King his land hath lost, Yet others may have lost the most.

Woe is me, Alhama !

Sires have lost their children, wives Their lords, and valiant men their lives!

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