Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War / With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notes

by T. M. Hughes

XIV.

And ever after Blanca bore the name

“La Espingarda,” which her daring told,

And gave the carbine she discharged to fame,

When Innocence was made by Virtue bold.

Oh, selfish were the breast, methinks, and cold,

That would not look with eye of favour there:

Such was the maid who led that Nereid fold,—

Whose loud guitar, in scorn a chain to wear,

Called her compatriot men to guard Iberia fair.