O Afiadore

I bring the grinding wheel
To sharpen for anyone who wants
And I charge them all the same

For three little knives
And for scissors a buck
Give it on the wheel, give it wood
To sharpen for anyone who wants

I knives, I little knives, I scissors
When I left Galicia
To run through the whole world
I went to big cities
With windows and balconies
When I left Galicia
I left well accompanied
By a few lazybones
Like the ones I have next to me
Give it on the wheel, give it wood
To sharpen for anyone who wants

I knives, I little knives, I scissors
A girl came saying
In the Travadense car
That to be a good umbrella maker
You have to be born in Ourense
Give it on the wheel, give it wood
To sharpen for anyone who wants
I knives, I little knives, I scissors