That admiral hath great possessions;
He makes them bear before him his dragon, And their standard, Tervagan's and Mahom's, And his image, Apollin the felon.
Ten Canelious canter in the environs, And very loud the cry out this sermon:
"Let who would from our gods have garrison, Serve them and pray with great affliction."Pagans awhile their heads and faces on Their breasts abase, their polished helmets doff.
And the Franks say: "Now shall you die, gluttons;This day shall bring you vile confusion!
Give warranty, our God, unto Carlon!
And in his name this victory be won!"
AOI.
