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The ground is wet, but not wet with rain
All dyed red but, not sodden with wine
Blood of men, wound in war array
Is what darkens a land once so fine
I have seen the strong man fall and die
And the young meet his fate
Where the mountain winds go sounding by
In the Roncesvalles' Strait
All around, swords of kingly state,
Broken shields, blood-stained helms, lances cleft
And that they, moved at morn elate
On a bare bed of death now are left

I have seen the strong man fall and die
And the young meet his fate
Where the mountain winds go sounding by
In that gloomy wild strait
Roncesvalles' day, swords shining high
Roncesvalles' day, fighting with pride
Roncesvalles' day, but by this time it's too late
In the Roncesvalles' Strait

Darkest day, this for valour's pay
Is the pride of your manhood that fell
But the brave in the battle slain
By the devil, they died really well!
I have seen the strong man fall and die
And the young meet his fate
Where the mountain winds go sounding by
In that gloomy wild strait
Roncesvalles' day, swords shining high
Roncesvalles' day, fighting with pride
Roncesvalles' day, but by this time it's too late
Roncesvalles' day, so far away
Roncesvalles' day, their homeward way
Roncesvalles' day, there's no return home today
From the Roncesvalles' Strait
From the Strait

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