Moorish soldiers, Moorish soldiers,
Ye on whom my bounty showers,
Go and raze the proud Baeza,
Spite of all Beaza's towers;
Give them up to cruel slaughter;
Fill the plain with mourning weeds;
Mothers, sires, and youths, and virgins.
Tie them to your furious steeds;
But old Pedro Dias' daughter,
For she is my mistress, spare,
And with Leonor her sister,
And their train, bring safely here.
You, my captain, — you, Vancgas,
Bring her with all honor due;
'T is to you that I commit her,
For you are both brave and true.
And I charge you, treat her nobly, —
Let her not complain of you.