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Which in the Arabic language is to the following purport	A
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The Moorish King rides up and down	B
Through Granada's royal town	B
From Elvira's gates to those	C
Of Bivarambla on he goes	C
Woe is me Alhama hv	D
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Letters to the Monarch tell	E
How Alhama's city fell	E
In the fire the scroll he threw	F
And the messenger he slew	F
Woe is me Alhama	G
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He quits his mule and mounts his horse	H
And through the street directs his course	H
Through the street of Zacatin	B
To the Alhambra spurring in	B
Woe is me Alhama	G
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When the Alhambra walls he gained	I
On the moment he ordained	I
That the trumpet straight should sound	J
With the silver clarion round	J
Woe is me Alhama	G
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And when the hollow drums of war	K
Beat the loud alarm afar	L
That the Moors of town and plain	B
Might answer to the martial strain	B
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Then the Moors by this aware	M
That bloody Mars recalled them there	M
One by one and two by two	F
To a mighty squadron grew	F
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Out then spake an aged Moor	N
In these words the king before	K
Wherefore call on us oh King	O
What may mean this gathering	O
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Friends ye have alas to know	B
Of a most disastrous blow	B
That the Christians stern and bold	P
Have obtained Alhama's hold	P
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Out then spake old Alfaqui	O
With his beard so white to see	Q
Good King thou art justly served	R
Good King this thou hast deserved	R
Woe is me Alhama	G
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By thee were slain in evil hour	S
The Abencerrage Granada's flower	S
And strangers were received by thee	Q
Of Cordova the Chivalry	Q
Woe is me Alhama	G
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And for this oh King is sent	T
On thee a double chastisement	T
Thee and thine thy crown and realm	G
One last wreck shall overwhelm	G
Woe is me Alhama	G
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He who holds no laws in awe	U
He must perish by the law	V
And Granada must be won	B
And thyself with her undone	B
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Fire flashed from out the old Moor's eyes	W
The Monarch's wrath began to rise	W
Because he answered and because	X
He spake exceeding well of laws	X
Woe is me Alhama	G
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There is no law to say such things	Y
As may disgust the ear of kings	Y
Thus snorting with his choler said	T
The Moorish King and doomed him dead	T
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Moor Alfaqui Moor Alfaqui	O
Though thy beard so hoary be hw	-
The King hath sent to have thee seized	T
For Alhama's loss displeased	T
Woe is me Alhama	G
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And to fix thy head upon	B
High Alhambra's loftiest stone	B
That this for thee should be the law	V
And others tremble when they saw	V
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Cavalier and man of worth	Z
Let these words of mine go forth	A2
Let the Moorish Monarch know	B
That to him I nothing owe	B
Woe is me Alhama	G
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But on my soul Alhama weighs	B2
And on my inmost spirit preys	B2
And if the King his land hath lost	T
Yet others may have lost the most	T
Woe is me Alhama	G
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Sires have lost their children wives	C2
Their lords and valiant men their lives	D2
One what best his love might claim	G
Hath lost another wealth or fame	G
Woe is me Alhama	G
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I lost a damsel in that hour	S
Of all the land the loveliest flower	S
Doubloons a hundred I would pay	E2
And think her ransom cheap that day	E2
Woe is me Alhama	G
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And as these things the old Moor said	T
They severed from the trunk his head	T
And to the Alhambra's wall with speed	T
'Twas carried as the King decreed	T
Woe is me Alhama	G
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And men and infants therein weep	F2
Their loss so heavy and so deep	F2
Granada's ladies all she rears	G2
Within her walls burst into tears	H2
Woe is me Alhama	G
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And from the windows o'er the walls	I2
The sable web of mourning falls	I2
The King weeps as a woman o'er	S
His loss for it is much and sore	K
Woe is me Alhama	G
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First published Childe Harold Canto IV	D

George Gordon Byron

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