The Scheik was lifted from his tent,
And thus outspake the Moor:--
"I saw, old Chief, the Tricolor
On Algiers' topmost tower--
Upon its battlements the silks
Of Lyons flutter free.
Each morning, in the market-place,
The muster-drum is beat,
And to the war-hymn of Marseilles
The squadrons pace the street.
The armament from Toulon sailed:
The Franks have crossed the sea."