Aporreado

Short tail and no forelock
Skittish, sniffing the wind
With rope marks and claw
Sustained by mischief

Has the urge of a cowboy
And the whims of a delicate
Exchanges ears suspiciously
And shakes the mane
Exchanges ears suspiciously
And shakes the mane

At every party he arrives
Awakens admiration and fear
Refining bad luck or fortune
In some lucky hat

And your name gains fame
When a narrator confronts
The most rugged stumbles
That your story points out
The most rugged stumbles
That your story points out

In the arena, your figure
Unveils strength and grandeur
And when you leave bucking
Symbolizes this fondness

Of every Indian rider
Who has sat on your back
Knows the weight of the spur
Or the burst of a fall
Knows the weight of the spur
Or the burst of a fall

Spoken in the skirmishes
And in gaucho afternoons
Stands out among the old hands
In the riding fields

To live among the herds
Destiny was drawn
For he was not born to be gentle
He was born to be Battered

For he was not born to be gentle
He was born to be Battered
For he was not born to be gentle
He was born to be Battered