Mocito que vas remando

Hooray

Little guy rowing in your adorned boat,
Dock at the pier so I can see my beloved.
Seven days she's been waiting for me, that precious flower:
I couldn't cross the canal due to a strong gust of wind.

Row fast, little guy, don't come late,
Once I arrive in Dalcahue, I'll get married there.
I wonder how the priest will look with his church all set:
The faces of the singers with tuned guitars.

And Don Pedro's accordion playing wonderfully
Periconas, resfalosas, hoorays, and sirillas.
Everything was ready, a feast fit for a king,
But you, little guy, took your time and the wind starts again.

Little guy rowing in the middle of the canal,
We got caught in the gust, we won't return.
My poor bride, dressed in flowers,
While I sleep in the water, my hooray unheard.