And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADR
As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,