Now low, in the depth of the forest,
Now loud, when they formed in the glen;
And we saw the bright gleam of their muskets
Flash and fade through the emerald trees.
And the crimson and white of their banner
As it rippled and flowed on the breeze.
Arising erect in his stirrups,
Najira looked round on his band,
And his eye flashed as brightly and keenly
As the brand that he held in his hand: