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Avenged thy cause, Gonzalez! They give way, The Crescent's van is broken!—On the hills And the dark pine-woods may the infidel Call vainly, in his agony of fear, To cover him from vengeance!—Lo! they fly! They of the forest and the wilderness Are scatter'd, e'en as leaves upon the wind! Woe to the sons of Afric!—Let the plains, And the vine-mountains, and Hesperian seas, Take their dead unto them!—that blood shall wash Our soil from stains of bondage.

Set me free! Come with me forth, for I must greet my king, After his battle-field!

Oh, blest in death! Chosen of Heaven, farewell!—Look on the Cross, And part from earth in peace!

Now charge once more! God is with Spain, and Santiago's sword Is reddening all the air!—Shout forth 'Castile!'