Lyrics
See from the heights the silken flag
Of the Moorish band is streaming,
And the last faint ray of the evening sun
On the Moorish lance is beaming.
Hark, hark the notes of the Moorish drum
From the distant hills are sounding
To many a heart their ehoes come
In the voice of gladness bounding
Hark, 'tis their tramp they come, they come,
Welcome the notes of the Moorish drum.
First in the ranks of the moorish band
Now over the hills advancing
My Selim comes in whose warrior band
The sword he has won is glancing
Soon he will rest in the happy home
Where bright smiles ever greet him,
See o'er the hills they come, they come,
And I in joy shall meet him
I know 'tis their tramp, they come, they come,
Welcome the notes of the Moorish drum.