Mestre Alentejano

Land of big bellies
Where there are so many fat folks
They call soups "açorda"
And "açorda" they call "migas"
They call reasons "songs"
"Milhaduras" are tips
"Maleitas" are suitcases
Instead of slopes, they say cliffs
Instead of whips, they say spankings
And acorns are called "boletas"

Soft land is "atasquero"
To leave is to "abalar"
To throw away is to "avent"
Leather strip is "apero"
A pot with a plant is "cravero"
Carpenter is "abegão"
And a hut is a "cabanão"
And they call gardens "hortejos"
Baskets are "cabanejos"
And wheat is called "bread"

In the rest of Portugal
No one says such words
The lowlands are "vais"
A haystack is "frascal"
Dressing well seems wrong
They call oats "barley"
And a big slap is "orelhada"
A big basket is "gorpelha"
A lazy mare is "vermelha"
A filly named 'Isabel' is "melada"

When a guy is sick
They immediately say he's dead
And every ford is called a port
They call everyone "gajo"
Wearing baggy clothes is common
By chance, it's "por adrego"
And they call a bag "talego"
And even in the richest classes
Being a dandy is being a sissy
Being from Beira is being Galician

Pigs are measured in rods
And fish is sold by the kilo
And we’re amazed to hear them
Using such rare ways
They call fields "relvas"
Sometimes, I don’t know why
And they address as "vomecê"
People I hold dear
I don’t want, they say: I don’t want
I don’t know, they say: I don’t know