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

Seized in the foray while trabúcos bent

’Gainst Gaulish bosoms vomit deathful scorn,

With loud explosive sound on Echo borne.

And innocent sheep in thousands piteous bleat

’Gainst hands that will restore them ere the Morn

To the sweet fold, and oxen loud repeat

Moan upon moan, by bayonet pricked or firelock beat.

V.

And on Ayrola’s rock is swift surprised

By Campbell’s highlanders a post of Gaul;