Corrido de Las Huachas

And the ball kept growing
With them went the hands
Of their strong companions
With them and with the spirit

But not all, however
Some were staying behind

They called them 'huachas'
They were old Carrancistas
Who felt very young
Disdaining Zapatistas

They kept staying behind
And they stayed alone

Enemies of my cause
Occasional Federals
Women become 'huachas'
Longing for a bald man

If because they have the money
At a good price they give their love
Saying 'death to Zapata'
Long live the better government

Unfortunately, we
Only give them a slap, or
They make us feel less, ungrateful
To them, they give their heart

Some who are not 'huachas'
Will offer me their love
If she says 'long live Zapata'
I will say 'long live Zapata'

Women who in sweet calm
Give caresses to the Federal
Who waters with human blood
Our native land

Without a doubt, they have no soul
If the land is very fatal
And they are not moved by the tears
Of families without a home

If a countryman for fun
Declared legal love
They would answer that hope
I will not love Zapatistas

I am from the aristocracy
My beloved is a soldier
The people call me 'huacha'
'Huertista' and not 'liberal'

Long live the new 'huachas'
The squadron's girlfriends
Of those who enlisted
Against the revolution

Who now provoke disgust
Sandal, tunic, and breeches
And they do not feel the same
For corn and beans

But for them to love me
I will wear ammunition
Pants and bandolier
Horse and my revolver

Then, old three stones
With my nag, I will be bald
And they will give me without delay
What the occasion demands

Early I will have my pay
With my 'huacha' I will leave quickly
To any store, swift
To have one of two
Even if she has lice
Skinny, skinny and I bald
I, old with big horns
With my 'huacha', a happy union