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Low he lay upon his dying couch the knight without a stain	A
The unconquered Cid Campead r the bright breast plate of Spain	A
The incarnate honour of Castille of Aragon and Navarre	B
Very crown of Spanish chivalry Rodrigo of Bivar	B
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Sick he lay and grieved in spirit for that Paynim dogs should dare	B
Camp around his knightly citadel Valencia the fair	B
For that he no more should face them in his beauteous armour dight	C
To whom God and Santiago aye gave victory in the fight	C
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Faintly rising o'er the ramparts came the murmur of the siege	D
And he could but pray for Christendom his country and his liege	D
For his well belov d city granite girdled pennon starred	C
And the royal wealth of treasure that its stately portals barred	C
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Santiago at whose altar I did watch mine armour bright	C
And was girt with golden spur and brand a consecrated knight	C
Santiago by my vow redeemed at Compostela's shrine	E
Let the Paynim life blood only touch these blessed walls of mine	E
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Santiago warrior saintly who with Don Fernando's host	C
Stormed and won the gates of Coimbra guard my fortress on the coast	C
Keep the holy leper's blessing though the snow is on my hair	B
Strike the base born unbelievers save Valencia the fair	B
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Lo a sudden cloud of glory filled his chamber as he prayed	C
Lo San Pedro stood beside him all in shining robes arrayed	C
For thy love Rodrigo Diaz to Carde a's house said he	F
I have offered intercessions and the Lord hath answered me	F
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Thou must die O well beloved thirty days and thou must die	C
Yet in death shall Santiago grant thee still a victory	F
Thou shalt ride forth to the battle Santiago shall be there	B
For the Faith and Don Alfonso and Valencia the fair	B
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Silence reigned within the chamber none stood near the hero's bed	C
All that dazzling flood of glory slowly softly vanish d	F
He could only hear the murmur from the ramparts rise and fall	G
He could only see the cross bars stretching dimly on the wall	G
In San Pedro's chapel lay the Cid his eyes with rapture dim	H
And proclaimed the wondrous favour that the Lord had granted him	H
Then he parted from his vassals and went humbly to confess	I
And the warrior bishop clothed his soul in its baptismal dress	I
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'Twas the holy day of Pentecost that saw Ruy Diaz die	C
Evermore the spotless mirror of Castillian chivalry	F
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They in whom his will was shrin d Alvar Fanez and his knights	J
Stood to watch the hero vanquished who had won a thousand fights	J
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DoXimena the faithful with her tears bedewed his feet	C
And anointed all his body with pure incense rich and sweet	C
Then in silence and in sorrow the twelve days of waiting fled	C
And the warders on the ramparts dared not whisper He is dead	C
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In the midnight dark and quiet fell the torches' lurid glare	B
On the palaces and portals of Valencia the fair	B
And a solemn slow procession mounted all in royal state	C
Like the spectre of an army passed beneath the city gate	C
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In the van was borne the ensign known and dreaded far and wide	C
With four hundred noblest knights ranged proudly by its side	C
Toward Castille and Carde a were those haughty faces set	C
And that banner never more did crown Valencia's parapet	C
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Then came mules with treasure laden stepping softly on before	B
Compassed round with knights in armour to the full four hundred more	B
Then a band of belted nobles stern and silent and amid	C
Their levelled lances he of Bivar the Campead r the Cid	C
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On his milk white steed Babieca whom none else did e'er bestride	C
Clad in all his princely trappings did the lifeless warrior ride	C
Girt with helm and spur and blazoned shield and grasping in his hand	C
The bright crosslet of Tizona his thrice consecrated brand	C
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Geronymo and Gil Diaz held the slackened bridlerein	E
His true bishop and true vassal as they moved on to the plain	E
And Ximena and her maidens 'mid the torchlight weird and dim	H
With six hundred knights in harness followed slowly after him	H
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In the solemn hush and darkness with no joyful clarion cry	C
And no clash and clank of weapons riding all so silently	F
Thus they passed out from the city e'er the summer morning broke	K
And were found arrayed for battle when the infidels awoke	K
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Great and mighty was the Moorish host by thirty monarchs led	C
But a greater was the army with Rodrigo at the head	C
For behold came Santiago to the bloody battle plain	E
Santiago with a hundred thousand warriors in his train	E
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Each in robe of shining whiteness with a red cross on his breast	C
Each with fiery sword uplifted or with golden lance at rest	C
Santiago saintly leader on a charger white as snow	E
Sent to aid the Cid Campead r in vanquishing the foe	E
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All the Paynims looked amaz d on the dreadful beauteous sight	C
As the tender light of morning softly crept out from the night	C
Then they harnessed them in silence sternly grasping shield and spear	B
And pressed on in serried column full of wonder full of fear	B
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There was one loud shock of battle then they wildly turned to flee	F
And the Cid and Santiago swept their hosts into the sea	F
Twenty kings and twenty armies in that bloody fight were slain	E
And were left with upturned faces stiff and stark upon the plain	E
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Fair and shining came the daylight all in liquid summer sheen	E
But no more was Santiago or his white robed warriors seen	E
Only one small train of nobles riding on with stately pace	L
To San Pedro de Carde a and the great Cid's resting place	L
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By the altar in the chapel where the monarch's throne doth stand	C
Sat the dead Cid robed in purple with his good sword in his hand	C
And again the Moorish ensign fluttered proudly in the air	B
Lifted high above the ramparts of Valencia the fair	B

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