Doña Mariquita
Sarita Montiel
Ms. Mary
When I go to the balls
Of the Duke of Osuna
With the rich moiré petticoat
I hear them whisper, there is none
Who has a shorter, nor so pretty foot
And if I go down to El Prado, on the lively lawn
Of my carriage, which displays a coat of arms
The riders say, as they come to my stirrup
Ms. Mary of my heart
In romantic Madrid
No other song is heard
Ms. Mary, Ms. Mary
Ms. Mary, Ms. Mary, of my heart
If on my way back from El Retiro
When the day ends
I meet Larra
I bring him joy
And when I visit the liquor store
Old men and gallants come to see me
Espronceda usually
Says madrigals
That express the fire
Of his admiration
And everyone repeats, very sentimental
Ms. Mary of my heart
In romantic Madrid
No other song is heard
Ms. Mary, Ms. Mary
Ms. Mary,
Ms. Mary of my heart
In romantic Madrid
No other song is heard
Ms. Mary, Ms. Mary
Ms. Mary,
Ms. Mary of my heart.
