Down rushed the swarthy blacksmith unto the river’s side,
He hammered on the foe’s pontoon, to sink it in the tide;
The timber, it was tough and strong, it took no crack or strain;
“Mavrone! t’won’t break!” the blacksmith roared; “I’ll try their heads again!”
He rushed upon the flying ranks; his hammer ne’er was slack,
For in thro’ blood and bone it crashed, thro’ helmet and thro’ jack;
He’s ta’en a Holland captain beside the red pontoon,
And “Wait you here,” he boldly cries; “I’ll send you back full soon!
“Dost see this gory hammer? It cracked some skulls to-day,
And yours ’twill crack, if you don’t stand and list to what I say;—