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When the Alhambra walls he gain'd,
On the moment he ordain'd

That the trumpet straight should sound
With the silver clarion round.

Woe is me, Alhama!


And when the hollow drums of war

Beat the loud alarm afar,

That the Moors of town and plain Might answer to the martial strain, Woe is me, Alhama!


Then the Moors by this aware

That bloody Mars recall'd them there,

One by one, and two by two,

To a mighty squadron grew.

Woe is me, Alhama!


Out then spake an aged Moor In these words the king before, "Wherefore call on us, oh king? "What may mean this gathering?" Woe is me, Alhama!

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"Friends! ye have, alas! to know "Of a most disastrous blow,

"That the Christians, stern and bold, "Have obtain'd Alhama's hold."

Woe is me, Alhama!


Out then spake old Alfaqui,

With his beard so white to see, "Good King! thou art justly served,

"Good King! this thou hast deserved. Woe is me, Alhama!


"By thee were slain, in evil hour, "The Abencerrage, Granada's flower; "And strangers were received by thee

"Of Cordova the Chivalry.

Woe is me, Alhama!


"And for this, oh King! is sent

"On thee a double chastisement,

"Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,

"One last wreck shall overwhelm.

Woe is me, Alhama!


Si no se respetan leyes,
Es ley que todo se pierda;
Y que se pierda Granada,
Y que te pierdas en ella.

Ay de mi. Alhama!


Fuego por los ojos vierte,
El Rey que esto oyera.
Y como el otro de leyes

De leyes tambien hablava.

Ay de mi, Alhama!


Sabe un Rey que no ay leyes
De darle a Reyes disgusto.-
Esso dize el Rey Moro

Relinchando de colera

Ay de mi, Alhama!


Moro Alfaqui, Moro Alfaqui,
El de la vellida barba,
El Rey te manda prender,
Por la perdida de Alhama.
Ay de mi, Alhama!


"He who holds no laws in awe,
"He must perish by the law;
"And Granada must be won,

"And thyself with her undone."

Woe is me, Alhama!


Fire flash'd from out the old Moor's eyes,
The Monarch's wrath began to rise,
Because he answer'd, and because
He spake exceeding well of laws.

Woe is me, Alhama !


"There is no law to say such things
"As may disgust the ear of kings:'
Thus, snorting with his choler, said

The Moorish King, and doom'd him dead.
Woe is me, Alhama!


Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!

Though thy beard so hoary be,

The King hath sent to have thee seized,

For Alhama's loss displeased,


Woe is me, Alhama!


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