If hundred martyrs perished in the fray,
’Twas myriad men to rouse through prostrate Spain.
Not Murat’s arm could bend her to obey.
Judicial murder bared the knife in vain—
The priestly rite denied—the unoffending slain!
X.
“Asturia first and noblest raised the cry—
Cantabria still untamed the yoke to bear
Our own Biscaya sees with Baston vie—
Oviédo’s lightning flies to Santandér.