Caçula do Patrão

I am very happy to be a cowboy
I grew up in the backlands herding cattle
With a simple glance from a young lady
I fell forever in love

I thought it was a joke
From a beautiful bonfire night
Unintentionally, I held her hand

If I tell, few people believe
That this young lady, so gentle and so beautiful
Is the boss's youngest daughter

When it's five in the morning
I think of God and rise for the fight
I run to the view in the farmyard
I see the spotted cattle everywhere

Because I am a good cowboy from the farm
I walk on tiptoes to the yard
Responding to the impulse of passion

Without fearing her father's frown
From the sidewalk, I lean on the window
I kiss the boss's daughter

On the weekend, there's a dance
I finish my work early
I feed the horse and secure the cattle
I put away the saddle, the jacket, and the rattle

At a set time for the two of us
She arrives first, and I follow
And our meeting is in the hall

Envious ones whisper incessantly
Commenting at the party that I only dance
With the boss's youngest daughter

Her father discovered our courtship
The poor and the rich can never be
Luckily, in my profession
I don't know a cowboy to be soft

I decided to talk to her father
And asked to marry her
And the old man, angry, says no

He kicked me out of the farm
This time I'll have to leave
But I'll only go with the boss's daughter