Foliada de Nadela

Shoes of chiculate
I have my dog
To take the little sheep
To the fairs of Nadela
There comes the bagpiper
Behind the pine grove
Even the pines help him
To play the little bagpipe
Going I don't know where
Seeing I don't know who
At the door of, you know
I can't remember well
You went praising
By the mills grinding
That you were marrying me
And that was what I wanted
The cart is complaining
That they took the child
That you sent to make the cart
So much by the roadside
One day you thought
Of having flowers in my heart
Now go to the elderberries
That there are around