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I	A
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'Lift me without the tent I say	B
Me and my ottoman	C
I'll see the messenger myself	D
It is the caravan	E
From Africa thou sayest	F
And they bring us news of war	G
Draw me without the tent and quick	H
As at the desert well	I
The freshness of the purling brook	J
Delights the tired gazelle	I
So pant I for the voice of him	K
That cometh from afar '	-
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II	A
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The Scheik was lifted from his tent	F
And thus outspake the Moor	L
'I saw old Chief the Tricolor	L
On Algiers' topmost tower	L
Upon its battlements the silks	M
Of Lyons flutter free	L
Each morning in the market place	N
The muster drum is beat	F
And to the war hymn of Marseilles	O
The squadrons pace the street	F
The armament from Toulon sailed	F
The Franks have crossed the sea '	-
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III	A
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'Towards the south the columns marched	F
Beneath a cloudless sky	A
Their weapons glittered in the blaze	P
Of the sun of Barbary	L
And with the dusty desert sand	F
Their horses' manes were white	F
The wild marauding tribes dispersed	F
In terror of their lives	Q
They fled unto the mountains	R
With their children and their wives	S
And urged the clumsy dromedary	L
Up the Atlas' height '	-
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IV	D
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'The Moors have ta'en their vantage ground	F
The volleys thunder fast	F
The dark defile is blazing	T
Like a heated oven blast	F
The lion hears the strange turmoil	U
And leaves his mangled prey	L
No place was that for him to feed	F
And thick and loud the cries	V
Feu Allah Allah En avant	F
In mingled discord rise	V
The Franks have reached the summit	F
They have won the victory '	-
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V	D
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'With bristling steel upon the top	W
The victors take their stand	F
Beneath their feet with all its towns	X
They see the promised land	F
From Tunis even unto Fez	Y
From Atlas to the seas	Z
The cavaliers alight to gaze	P
And gaze full well they may	L
Where countless minarets stand up	A2
So solemnly and gray	L
Amidst the dark green masses	B2
Of the flowering myrtle trees '	-
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VI	D
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'The almond blossoms in the vale	C2
The aloe from the rock	D2
Throws out its long and prickly leaves	E2
Nor dreads the tempest's shock	D2
A blessed land I ween is that	F
Though luckless is its Bey	L
There lies the sea beyond lies France	F2
Her banners in the air	L
Float proudly and triumphantly	D
A salvo come prepare	L
And loud and long the mountains rang	G2
With that glad artillery '	-
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VII	D
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''Tis they ' exclaimed the aged Scheik	G2
'I've battled by their side	F
I fought beneath the Pyramids	H2
That day of deathless pride	F
Red as thy turban Moor that eve	D
Was every creek in Nile	I2
But tell me ' and he griped his hand	F
'Their Sultaun Stranger say	L
His form his face his posture man	E
Thou saw'st him in the fray	L
His eye what wore he ' But the Moor	L
Sought in his vest awhile	I2
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VIII	D
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'Their Sultaun Scheik remains at home	J2
Within his palace walls	K2
He sends a Pasha in his stead	F
To brave the bolts and balls	K2
He was not there An Aga burst	F
For him through Atlas' hold	F
Yet I can show thee somewhat too	F
A Frankish Cavalier	L
Told me his effigy was stamped	F
Upon this medal here	L
He gave me with others	L2
For an Arab steed I sold '	-
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IX	L2
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The old man took the golden coin	M2
Gazed steadfastly awhile	I2
If that could be the Sultaun	M2
Whom from the banks of Nile	I2
He guided o'er the desert path	N2
Then sighed and thus spake he	D
''Tis not	F
his	L2
eye 'tis not	F
his	L2
brow	L
Another face is there	L
I never saw this man before	L
His head is like a pear	L
Take back thy medal Moor 'tis not	F
That which I hoped to see '	-

William Edmondstoune Aytoun

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