Las Diez de Última

I went on an excursion with the chogan, through shucas and cabaletes
I worked with crickets and culata, the most cunning
I made a bag with the fabric tied in the pebete
And even ironed the cassock that the camisulín has
In filo-misio, a hundred freckles, I worked with intelligence
In cinchas and scams, I snored like a cutter
Neither tapuer, jonca, nor robu showed me reverence
When I worked as a thief in the bishop's path

But now, ruined from the records
In the street and almost ready and thrown like a guy
I only wait for the bony one who, in passing
Will shake me with the scythe and tow me to the plank

I threw the rock at the most debute and valued guy
The toco mocho was mine, like the shadowy switch
I appealed as I wanted the time I felt rushed
Without needing a launderer because I am well prepared
I lived in the middle of point and bank, rushed to the card
I was tough with the lonyi when the ragout squeezed him
In the most rabreca dance, I didn't ask for hair or brand
And for a trifle, I went to whiten in the south