El Silbidito

(Chacarera)

The girl who loves me
Must be to my liking
She must come out to the door
When I whistle to her

If I don't pass by your house
Don't call me little boy
Because your dad caught me
When I was whistling to you

The local priest found out
And got me into trouble
The priest was following her
And I was whistling to her

That's how the story ends
Of my loves
The priest took her away
And I was left whistling