La bella y graciosa moza

The beautiful and graceful maiden
Went to wash the clothes,
She wet them, she wet them,
She wet them in the stream,
And singing, she washed them.
She rubbed them on a stone,
She hung them on a birch.
Falalalá
After washing the clothes,
The girl went to the market;
A shepherd, a shepherd,
A shepherd was selling sheep,
Announcing loudly:
'Look at this sheep, look at this wool,
Look at this beast, what an animal!'
Falalalá
The girl saw it very skinny,
Nevertheless, she liked it:
'I'll pay you twenty bucks,
And let's not argue anymore!'
Falalalá
The girl returns singing,
Very happy with her sheep.
When they arrived at the forest,
The little sheep escaped.
The desperate girl,
Threw herself on top of it;
Quickly and skillfully,
She grabbed it from behind.
Falalalá
A rider of proud bearing
Was coming down the road.
He dismounted, he dismounted,
He dismounted from his horse,
And to the girl he sang:
'I'll pay you twenty bucks,
And let's not argue anymore'
Falalalá
The blushing girl
Just half-closed her eyes.
The rider, the rider,
The enamored rider,
Gently approached her,
Wet her in the stream,
And singing, he washed her.
Falalalá
The girl took a step back,
And the daring rider,
Threw himself on top of her,
And grabbed her from behind.
Falalalá
Seeing the maiden trembling,
He rubbed her on a stone.
Falalalá
When he was about to leave,
He hung her on a birch.
No, no, no, no
With pain the girl sings:
'Look at this beast, what an animal!'
Falalalá
And she seems very sad,
Nevertheless, she liked it.
Falalalá