To strike once again for his country,
Once again for the land of his love.
All alone, all alone did he battle.
Disdaining to yield, or to fly;
He had failed, as he promised, to conquer,
And nothing was left but to—die!
“Surrender! surrender!” his foemen,
Full of wonder, entreatingly cried,
As, defying, he galloped his charger
Along the sierra’s steep side.