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And "reign," she said to her,
"Not now over slaves,
But over brave Iberians
Over a faithful people!"

⁠Let us triumph my friends, &c.

Where is the perfidious
Army of Carlos?
A celestial thunderbolt
Has turned it to dust.
A thunderbolt which plunged
The wicked one into the abyss,
A thunberbolt which Liberty
Lanched against Carlism.

⁠Let us triumph my friends, &c.

Of the brave chief.
Of the good, the valiant.
Let us gird the forehead
With myrtle and laurel.
Thy brave right hand
Heroic warrior
Thy right hand, Espartero
Subdued the Disloyal One.

⁠Let us triumph my friends, &c.

Our holy laws
Will be acknowledged,
And kings will tremble
At the power of Spain.
And should a tyrant grasp
The sceptre of opprobrium,
From his infamous hand
We shall cause it to fall.

⁠Let us triumph my friends, &c.

Health to Isabella
Health to Christina
Whom Heaven has destined
To save the country,