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

Methinks, ’tis said Cantabrian blood ye share,

Methinks, ’tis said that vain was Roman toil

To bend your stubborn hearts within its coil!

But this, forsooth, was thousand years ago.

Were your’s Cantabrian blood, ’twould surely boil,

To see Cantabria’s glory laid so low.

Why yes, the Frenchman, sure, excels the Roman foe!

VIII.

“Biscayan bondsmen! patience is your cure

For all their slights and scoffs—by Heaven’s behest.