Don Baldomero

The dance was celebrated with great pomp and care
when the daughters of the rich man from the town arrived
Mr. Baldomero, how are you, you can go first
Do you like it here or over there, you can sit wherever you prefer
'Flattering people who are always around'

At that moment, a young cowboy also entered
he had a gun on his belt and his hat tilted
and who is he, well, who could he be
well, he's going to dance, he'll take the youngest one out
Mr. Baldomero will get angry...

'more respect, because the girls are alone
what, what, I came to dance with her not with you
said the cowboy and out of respect for those gray hairs, he didn't hit him
for the strength of steel, the old man pulls out his gun
and the shootout, chairs falling, women screaming
when the smoke from the bullets had dissipated
the girl had disappeared, she had been taken by the cowboy'

As if he were a wounded lion, Mr. Baldomero shouted
catch that bandit who took my beloved daughter
follow me, people present here, armed to the teeth
shoot at the stranger, save my daughter by any means...

The gallop of 100 horses raised dust
in front of Mr. Baldomero and all the people there
crossing mountains, jumping valleys, calling for his daughter
who doesn't respond and only the echo repeats to the old man, where are you daughter hahahahahahaha......

'Finally they found them in a ravine
aim, said the old man, at that moment the girl stood between
the two and said: dad, more respect for the future father
of your grandchildren, break ranks said the old man, I forgive them
but if the first one is a girl, I disinherit them, if it's a son
my grandson takes my inheritance, but if it doesn't turn out that way
give the cowboy another chance'

And so ends the ballad of the rich man from the town
of his daughter and of that bandit who made him a grandfather
tirirurín, tiriruran, tirirurí, tirirurán, tirirurirurirurán.