La Prisión De Lérida

In the city of Lleida there is a prison, where prisoners never lack, small, pretty, the baron takes quite a few, lireta, liro. One hundred and fifty prisoners sing a song, the girl listens to them from the top of the lookout, small, pretty, lireta, liro. Sing, sing, good prisoners, from here I will get you out, I will go see my father, small, pretty, I will get forgiveness, lireta, liro. Oh, father, my father, I ask you for a gift. Oh, father, my father, small, pretty, the keys to the prison, lireta, liro. Oh, daughter Margarita, tomorrow I will hang them all, Oh father, my father, small, pretty, hang me too, lireta, liro. And at the top of each gallows, put a bouquet of flowers so that people passing by, small, pretty, can smell the good scent, lireta, liro.