Pezinho da Vila

I was born on a Friday
With a beard and long hair
I looked more like an anti-Christ
Even the priest himself
Who is a man of wisdom
Had never seen such a thing

I went to Vila Franca
Riding on a lock
To the death of a hen
What she had in her crop
Seven dogs and a monkey
And a navy soldier

Put your little foot here
Slowly, very slowly
If you go to Ribeira Grande
I have a letter written
For you, pretty face
I have no one to send it to

I went to Praia da Rocha
Shoe with half galoshes
To see if the sea was calm
I found there a grouper
All wrapped in clothes
Sleeping in its rest

I went from Lisbon to Sintra
To Aunt Jacinta's house
To have some shorts made
But the poor creature
Forgot the opening
For my needs

Put your little foot here
Slowly, very slowly
If you go to Ribeira Grande
I have a letter written
For you, pretty face
I have no one to send it to

Every pretty girl
If she cries, if she screams
Should never have been born
It's like the ripe apple
From the priest's farm
Everyone wants to eat it

I got married in Capelas
Because I have weak shins
To a woman without a nose
And the people from Fajãs
Have already congratulated me
For the marriage I made

Put your little foot here
Slowly, very slowly
If you go to Ribeira Grande
I have a letter written
For you, pretty face
I have no one to send it to
[Repeat]