But as the ranks “presented arms,” another murmur ran —
“God bless old Rough and Ready,” loud and deep, from man to man.
The brave old heart looked gratified, but his eyes sunk slowly down,
For he thought of his companions who were battling at Fort Brown.
But scarcely had they fallen, when the air became so still
We heard the campanero[[2]] cry a league off, on the hill.
The old man’s gray eyes glistened, and his horse reversed his ears,
And stamped his hoofs, and neighed aloud, as laughing at our fears:
We stood like statues, listening, when Taylor made a sign,
And Walker left his Rangers, riding quickly down the line.