Like a knight, in his saddle Najira[[2]]
Sat, watching the foeman with smiles,
As they mounted the rugged sierra,
And marched through its craggy defiles;
And he laughed, as he turned to the vultures
That circled and soared overhead,
Coming down from their nests in the mountains
To fatten and gorge on the dead.
On, like wolves, came the reckless invader:
We heard the huzzas of their men,