The daughters of Ceferino
Went to walk—alas!
A street above, a street below,
Street of San Tomás.
The least of all, they lost her.
Her father searched—alas!
A street above, a street below,
Street of San Tomás.
And there he found her talking
With a cavalier, who said:
“Come home with me, my darling;
'Tis you that I would wed.”

Oh, have you seen the pear tree
Upon my grandpa's lawn?
Its pears are sweet as honey,
But when the pears are gone,
A turtle-dove sits moaning,
With blood upon her wings,
Amid the highest branches,
And this is what she sings:
“Ill fares the foolish maiden
Who trusts a stranger's fibs.
She'd better take a cudgel
And break his ugly ribs.”