The Spanish balls came whizzing fast,—
He met them, one by one.
And when his ammunition’s spent,
The three are safe away,—
The Spaniards, crazed at their repulse,
Rush in on brave José!
“Where, where,—and are the rebels fled,
Are they escaped through you?”
They madly grasped the crippled boy,
While flashing swords they drew.