La Lhoba

Going up the mountain
In front of my flock
Ringing my cauldron
Adjusting my jacket
Ringing my cauldron
Adjusting my jacket

I saw a Lhoba appear
Older and darker than brown
She grabbed one of my lambs
The best of the flock!
And she grabbed one of my lambs
The best of the flock!

I won't give you a white sheep
I won't give you a black sheep!
I'll give you the best marráu
That goes around in the mountains!
I'll give you the best marráu
That goes around in the mountains!

And there were seven puppies
And below, a guard dog
If you catch the Lhoba
You'll have dinner ready!
But if you don't catch her
You'll be taken by the tail!

And they ran seven leagues
All seven plowed
And at the end of the seven leagues
The Lhoba was already tired
And the youngest puppy
Already grabbed her by the ear

Take the lamb, puppy
And take her back to the flock
I don't want the lamb
That you bring all dirty!
I'll lay out the jacket
To make a tie

The tail for straps
To carry with the pants
The head a serráu
To put the spoons
The guts for sausages
To dance the Habas!

I beg you by God, shepherd
By God and for your soul!
Give me these seven dogs
I'm going to the mountains!
I'll tell my companions
Seven dogs like yours
The king of Spain doesn't have them