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XIII.

“’Twas then the Asturian seniors crost the sea, And I amongst the number, as ye know, To Albion’s glorious Island of the free, Her aid demanding ’gainst the general foe. And grand and mighty was the enthusiast flow From brave and generous hearts we witnessed there. Our strife forgot, our feuds aside we throw, Like ancient warriors after battle share The social rite, and war combined ’gainst France declare.