La Juana

Juana, Rufina's daughter, is a strong woman
She doesn't mind grinding corn or going to the fields
With the machete on her belt, she's tough for planting
She sticks the stick in the ground for later harvest

And if it's for milking, my buddy, she's the best
She just has to milk, that's how her father taught her
If it's for covering beans, she'll knock down a mountain
With the twenty-eight in hand, and the experience and skill

In the cornfield, she doesn't back down a bit
She doesn't leave a single cob when she's harvesting
For the town's party, she dresses her best
With her braid in her hair, she's a blooming poppy

It was time for men to see in women
Their worth and their rights, because that's how it should be