María Chuchena

Here a yellow lark flew by
A yellow lark flew by here
In its beak it carried a rose of Castile
That the wind blew like a wonder

María Chuchena went to bathe
By the river very close to the sea
María Chuchena was bathing
And the roofer passing by her house would say: María, María
I won't build your house, nor mine
I won't build your house, nor mine
I won't build the house of Mare García

María Chuchena was sitting on the edge
Sitting on the edge was María Chuchena
With her dress gathering white flowers
Gathering white flowers was María Chuchena

María Chuchena went to bathe
By the river very close to the sea
María Chuchena was bathing
And the roofer passing by her house would say: María, María
I won't build your house, nor mine
I won't build your house, nor mine
I won't build the house of Mare García

Tell me which flower suits you to go cut it
To go cut it tell me which flower suits you
Asusena bora bora your wonder of the sea
So when you are alone you have someone to talk to

María Chuchena went to bathe
By the river very close to the sea
María Chuchena was bathing
And the roofer passing by her house would say: María, María
I won't build your house, nor mine
I won't build your house, nor mine
I won't build the house of Marea Chuchena