Water, San Marcos, lord of puddles!, for my triguito who is very pretty; for my barley, that is very granada; for my melon that already has the button; for my watermelon, that is already florida; for my olive, who already has one.
Let it Rain, let it Rain, the Virgin of the Cave. The little birds sing. The clouds rise. Yes, not, let the rain fall, ron, ron.
Capuchin, chin, chin, capuchin, chin, chin, that tonight it's going to rain; capuchin, chin, chin, capuchin, chin, chin, before dawn.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, three! Thursday, Friday, Saturday, six! Sunday, seven!
Put on the hump and go.
COLLECTED BY GABRIEL CELAYA AT “CHILDREN'S VOICE”