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530 From Elvira's gates to those

Of Bivarambla on he goes.

Woe is me, Alhama!

2.

Letters to the Monarch tell

How Alhama's city fell:

In the fire the scroll he threw,

And the messenger he slew.

Woe is me, Alhama!

3.

He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,

And through the street directs his course;

Through the street of Zacatin

To the Alhambra spurring in.

Woe is me, Alhama!