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 sons.  For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.