Folk Songs 3 (MCC) - Canciones populares
Folk Songs 3 (MCC) The Little Canteen Girl Since I was little, a canteen maid, through all of Spain my rounds I made. Always selling that fiery wine, who will come buy this drink of mine? And so I live, through grief and pain, selling the drink again, again. Selling aguardiente sweet, the burning liquor none can beat. I walk the street, hear soldiers’ feet, the ringing step, the drum’s quick beat. And then a voice comes clear to say: “Canteen girl, please wait, I pray.” I wait, and soon he speaks once more: “Pour me a glass, I do implore. Of that strong spirit, quick, be kind, for I would take my breakfast wine.” I pour it out, he drinks it fast, and in that moment ties are cast. Then hear him say, as off he goes: “Canteen girl, canteen girl farewell.” Canciones populares 3 (MCC) La cantinerita Desde muy niña fui cantinera, todos los puntos de España corrí. Siempre vendiendo el rico aguardiente, ¿quién me lo comprará a mi? De modo, que me mantengo...