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

Like old Basques strew pure white roses;

Freedom’s flame now, now ye cherish—

’Tis no infant slave reposes!

The pride of arms,

And Freedom’s charms,

Have spurred each soul

For Glory’s goal;

My countrymen, to-day ye make your sister proud.

The Invader may come;

Hark, hark to his drum,