With mournful step and fun’ral wail,
They bear the baron bold;
No more he’ll need his war-proof mail,
No more his massive hold.
De Lopez did not fall in vain,
For, as he fell, with might and main,
While yet in death he fainter grew,
He thrust the bloody baron through.
They lay the baron by a running stream,
Nor moon nor stars e’er shine upon the spot;