Muinheira de interior

Farruco went to the mill
He returned full of flour
The miller is not
I don't know who he was with
I don't know who he was with
Watching how he walks
He left yesterday at night
He returned today during the day

One night at the mill
One night is nothing
A whole week
Now that's a milling

Farruquiño's jaw
Don't see how it moves
He says he didn't drink anything
But he dances the pasodoble
He dances the pasodoble
He also clicks his fingers
They will have to hire him
To play in the village band
The axle burns, the cart burns
He lights that joint and passes the pipe
Interior miller's dance
Because there is no better fair

It's a oak grove
The axle burns

You dragged the ass through the straw
And made the bed on the floor
And wet the little berberet you brought
That you had kept dry from the summer
That you had kept dry from the summer
That you had kept dry from the summer
You dragged the ass through the straw
And made the bed on the floor