They rode in the morning
   Casablanca to the west
   On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marakesh
   For Mohammed and Morocco
   We had taken up our guns
   For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
   For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
  
   In the dry winds of summer
   They were sharpening the blades.
   They were riding to act upon the promise we had made.
   With the fist and the dagger
   With the rifle and the lance
   We will suffer no intrusion from the Infidels of France.
   We will suffer no intrusion from the Infidels of France.
  
   Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
   Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
  
   They could wait no more
   In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir.
  
   Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
  
   Like the dogs of war
   For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir.
  
   Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
  
   Though they were waiting
   And they were fifty to our ten
   They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men.
   As the darkness was falling
   They were soon to realize
   We were going to relieve them of their God-Forsaken lives.
   We were going to relieve them of their God-Forsaken lives.
  
   They could wait no more
   In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir.
  
   Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
  
   Like the dogs of war
   For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir.
  
   Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
  
   They rode in the morning
   Casablanca to the west
   On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marakesh
   For Mohammed and Morocco
   We had taken up our guns
   For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our osns.
   For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.