And heavier still the stour,
Till the spears of Spain came shivering in,
And swept away the Moor.
"Now praised be God, the day is won!
They fly o'er flood and fell—
Why dost thou draw the rein so hard,
Good knight, that fought so well?"
"Oh, ride ye on, Lord King!" he said,
"And leave the dead to me,
For I must keep the dreariest watch