Songs

Yo me iba, mi madre,—a Villa Reale:
I was going, Mother, to Villa Real:
Erraya yo el camino—en fuerte lugare.
I lost my way in a difficult place.
Siete días anduve—que no comí pane,
I went seven days without eating bread,
Cebada mi mula,—carne el gavilán.
Without my mule getting fodder or my hawk getting meat.
Entre la Zarzuela—y Darazután,
Between La Zarzuela and Darazután,
alzaba los ojos—hacia do el sol sale;
I lifted my eyes toward the sunrise
viera una cabaña,—della el humo sale.
and saw a cabin from which the smoke rose.
Picara mi nula—fuíme para allá;
I spurred my mule and rode to it;
Perros del ganado—sálemne a ladrar:
The shepherd’s dogs came out to bark at me,
Vide una serrana—del bello donaire.
and I saw a highland girl with a pretty grace.
‘Llegáos, caballero,—vergüenza no hayades;
“Come in, knight, and do not be shy;
mi padre y mi madre—han ido al lugar,
my father and mother have gone to the town,
mi carillo Minguillo—es ido por pan,
my darling Minguillo has gone for bread,
ni vendrá esta noche—ni mañana a yantar;
and will not be back tonight or tomorrow to eat;
comeréis de la leche—mientras el queso se hace.
you shall drink milk while the cheese is being made.
Haremos la cama—junto al retamal;
We will make up the bed beside the broom field,
Haremos un hijo—llamarse ha Pascual;
and we will get a son, whose name shall be Pascual.
O será arzobispo—pap o cardenal,
He will either be an archbishop, a pope, or a cardinal,
O será porquerizo—de Villa Real.’
or he will be the swine-drover of Villa Real.”