El Zaguán

Hurry up, heart
Go sweep the porch
There's a flag in the window
And here will be the big party

I'll decorate the porch
And kill four hens
My house has been chosen
They put up a white flag
We'll have a gathering
That lasts two or three days

If you come to party
Welcome to my house
And with the black Tomasa
The bagpipe will start

How good it is to drown
Diving headfirst
In a barrel of beer
And wake up all bruised

The traditional bagpipe
Stands out in verse
With furro, cuatro, and maraca
And a branch to sing