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Now wave, ye banners of many a fight! As the fresh wind o'er you sweeps; The wind and the banners fall hush'd as night, The Campeador—he sleeps!

Sound the battle-horn on the breeze of morn, And swell out the trumpet's blast, Till the notes prevail o'er the voice of wail, For the noble Cid hath pass'd!