Madre la mi madre Demes mi marido Que los quince anios ya los Tengo cumplidos Y ay, ay,ay, y para bien Habeis de mandar Hija, la mi hija Que yo ya vos daba A un lindo mancebo Ay ay… Padre, la mi padre Demes mi contado Que los quince anios ya los Tengo allegados Ay ay… Hija, la mi hija No tengo penserios Que yo ya vos daba a un rico mancebo Ay ay…
Mother, my mother Give me my husband For fifteen years I have completed And oh, oh, oh, and for good You must give Daughter, my daughter For I would already give you To a handsome young man Oh, oh… Father, my father Give me my dowry For fifteen years I have already turned Oh, oh… Daughter, my daughter I have no doubts For I would already give you To a rich young man Oh, oh…
From Arboleras - De las altas mares, Ecos Sefardies de la isle de Rodas, cd 2, 2009
The daughter's pleas for a husband in a dialogue with her parents.
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