The dress consists of pantaloons narrow at the bottom and wide at the top and a tight shirt. The women dress like the men except that they cover themselves with a loosely sewed mantle (jábul) which covers them from top to toe and is fastened under the armpit thus forming folds. They cut their hair to a little fringe on the forehead, and shave themselves. Their teeth are dyed black in order to distinguish them from the Christians. The Sámal Moros dress in pantaloons that are tight from top to bottom. The Moro will not eat flesh, [120] unless the imam sacrifices the animal, and performs the Sumbálig. The Moros are dirty, lazy, fickle, importunate, stingy in giving, and fond of conversation and amusements. They fight without giving quarter, and in the attack, advance, stop, give ground, leap, creep among the cógon, [121] cover themselves with their shields, etc. In their wars against the Spaniards or Christians, they build forts defended by ditches, and invested with thick earthen walls. They are fierce and bold, and when dripping with blood they fight until death on the field of battle, impelled by their hatred toward the Christian or Spaniard. Below are some verses of a song of theirs which was dictated to me by a Moro chief, so that your Reverence may better see the hatred with which they fight. [122] Pagcalanta acó isá Un canto entonaré Saliban Sáuan da sa Que es del Saliban Sauan Sábab aun súcut dasa. Para tener suerte Tumulak acó salasa. Al embarcarme el mártes. Maluag can sanchata Busca las lantacas Bacucús in sacay in sa Las armas en la embarcacion Bisan uay bantata Y aunque no haya enemigos Marayao pañab quita. Bueno es èstar prevenidos. Yari Saliban Sauan Este Saliban Sauan Mallo pa Zamboangan Vá para Zamboanga Bisan uay dangat Aunque no haya comercio Midda pa subangan. Volverá pronto. Castila piañgayu Al castila pidió Simacat na tinuyo Subió con traicion Catacus niangayu Sus armas pidió Ynacujan sa nag buno. Se las cogió con la muerte. Aco catcal magbuno na Yo siempre pelearé Ampa lasa aun co na Y hasta gusto tendré si caigo Bauk aco dumungu na Arrostraré el peligro Sagui na Bismil-lá. En nombre de Dios. Jida manung lasap Tengo gusto en hablar Magcalis samsil dasak Esgrimiré con valor el cris afilado Minsan co dugu nasak Y aunque mi sangre corra por el suelo Limagut parrán lisak. Tajearé al oir tocar. A song I will chant, Which is that of the Saliban [123] Sauan, In order that I may have luck At my sailing on Tuesday.