And a little man on a sorrel mare
Riding slow before them.'

'Say, what saw you in the vale,
Campesino Garcia?'
'There I saw my lambing ewe
And an army riding through,
Thick and brave the pennons flew
From the lances o'er them.'

'Then what saw you on the hill,
Campesino Garcia?'
'I saw beside the milking byre,
White with want and black with mire,
The little man with eyes afire
Marshalling his bowmen.'

'Then what saw you in the vale,
Campesino Garcia?'
'There I saw my bullocks twain,
And amid my uncut grain
All the hardy men of Spain
Spurring for their foemen.'

'Nay, but there is more to tell,
Campesino Garcia!'
'I could not bide the end to view;
I had graver things to do
Tending on the lambing ewe
Down among the clover.'