La Galponera

They call her the galponera
And it's a campfire milonga
That lives the same in the mountains
If they deny her the shed
I lower her from the pile
When she no longer bucks
And there was a knot of Uruguayans
Lance, musket, and knife

She was a sergeant's foreman
The boss's commander
And the peons with melicos
Get out of there if it was a beauty
And wherever there was a guitar
And some brown troubadour
The galponera for all
Division general

In peace as in war
She lived in danger
Among tranquero's guampas
And forked to a wild horse
The affection of the monthly workers
Made her a place in the shed
With Sunday clothes
And the singing saddle

In her my Indians wet
The eyes of their song
Rough for sacrifices
And toughened for love
They call her the galponera
And it's a campfire milonga
That lives the same in the mountains
If they deny her the gallon