And his men, full of ardor, with vivas,
Pursued where the enemy fled —
The hoofs of their horses disfiguring
The faces and forms of the dead;
And ever the shout of Najira
Was heard in the din of the fray,
As he swooped, like his own native eagle,
With fire-flashing eyes, on his prey.
Full of terror the traitorous Texan,[[3]]
That stain on the Mexican name,