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

But soon the mystery solved uproused their spirits warm.

XVIII.

“Go, Frayle, to thy book and to thy beads;

With dame or damsel nought concerns thee more.

Off to thy cloister, breviary, and weeds,

Or straight we’ll drive thee forth with lusty oar,

Laid on thy shoulders till no bull shall roar

On Guetaría’s plain more loud than thou.

The peerless lily, Doña Isidor,