Canción de Los Pastores

They say shepherds smell like wool
My little shepherd smells like broom
Get off the balconies, child

Because if you don't remove yourself from the flower bouquet
I'll call the authorities to imprison you
With the chains of my love

They say shepherds smell like tallow
My little shepherd smells like rosemary
Get off the balconies

Because

A widow gives a hundred and fifty reales
For the cassock, oh my dear mother of a priest
And the priest responds very cleverly
I won't give my cassock, mother, because I'll go to jail

They say shepherds smell like wool