Now stops the drum--close, close they come--thrice meet, and thrice give back;
The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black--
The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front of dun--
Once more advance upon his lance--once more, thou fearless one!
Once more, once more;--in dust and gore to ruin must thou reel--
In vain, in vain thou tearest the sand with furious heel--
In vain, in vain, thou noble beast, I see, I see thee stagger,
Now keen and cold thy neck must hold the stern alcaydé's dagger!
They have slipped a noose around his feet, six horses are brought in,
And away they drag Harpado with a loud and joyful din.