So go ye forth on your funeral-way,
And God shall give you speed.
“Go with the dead in the front of war,
All arm’d with sword and helm,[241]
And march by the camp of King Bucar,
For the good Castilian realm.
“And let me slumber in the soil
Which gave my fathers birth;
I have closed my day of battle-toil,
And my course is done on earth.”