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Music and lyrics by Tito Schipa. rec: 11. 9. 1928. New York.
El Gaucho
No me esperaba, que todo esto
Tendría que acabar tan de repente,
Yo, pobrecito, habría jurado
Que nunca tus ojos mintiesen así.
I didn't expect that all this
would have to end so suddenly,
I, poor thing,
would have sworn that
your eyes would never lie like that.
Óyeme niña y no te olvides
Lo que te vo dieiendos aquí
El mal que sufro por tu tración
Lo tendras que sufrir también.
Listen to me, girl,
and don't forget
what I'm giving you here,
the evil I suffer
for your betrayal,
you'll have to suffer it too.
Yo quisiera averiguar
Lo que encuentras tú por Dios,
En el hombre que al mirarte
Supo robarme tu corazón.
I would like to find
what you find for God`s sake,
in the man who, looking at you,
knew how to steal your heart.
Es bonito, puede ser
Pero no es hildago como yo soy,
Pues los gauchos son honrados
Y él no es gaucho, es un ladrón.
It's nice, maybe
But he's not a hildago like I am,
Well, gauchos are honest
And he's not a gaucho, he's a thief
Music and lyrics by Tito Schipa. rec: 11. 9. 1928. New York.
El Gaucho
No me esperaba, que todo esto
Tendría que acabar tan de repente,
Yo, pobrecito, habría jurado
Que nunca tus ojos mintiesen así.
I didn't expect that all this
would have to end so suddenly,
I, poor thing,
would have sworn that
your eyes would never lie like that.
Óyeme niña y no te olvides
Lo que te vo dieiendos aquí
El mal que sufro por tu tración
Lo tendras que sufrir también.
Listen to me, girl,
and don't forget
what I'm giving you here,
the evil I suffer
for your betrayal,
you'll have to suffer it too.
Yo quisiera averiguar
Lo que encuentras tú por Dios,
En el hombre que al mirarte
Supo robarme tu corazón.
I would like to find
what you find for God`s sake,
in the man who, looking at you,
knew how to steal your heart.
Es bonito, puede ser
Pero no es hildago como yo soy,
Pues los gauchos son honrados
Y él no es gaucho, es un ladrón.
It's nice, maybe
But he's not a hildago like I am,
Well, gauchos are honest
And he's not a gaucho, he's a thief










![John McCormack ~ The Boys of Wexford. 1906
The Boys Of Wexford Full version below.
R. D. Joyce
In comes the captains daughter, the captain of the Yeos,
Saying, Brave United man, well neer again be foes.
A thousand pounds Ill give you, and fly from home with thee
And dress myself in mans attire, and fight for liberty!
We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
I want no gold, my maiden fair, to fly from home with thee;
Your shining eyes will be my prize - more dear then gold to me.
I want no gold to nerve my arm to do a true mans part
To free my land Id gladly give the red drops from my heart.
We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
And when we left our cabins, boys, we left with right good will,
To see our friends and neighbours that were at Vinegar Hill!
A young man from our ranks, a cannon he let go;
He slapt it into Lord Mountjoy - a tyrant he laid low!
We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the gaIling chain, and free our native land!
We bravely fought and conquered at Ross, and Wexford town;
And, if we failed to keep them, twas drink that brought us down.
We had no drink beside us on Tubberneerings day,
Depending on the long bright pike, and well it worked its way!
We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
They came into the country our blood to waste and spill;
But let them weep for Wexford, and think of Oulart Hill!
Twas drink that still betrayed us - of them we had no fear;
For every man could do his part like Forth and Shelmalier!
We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst the twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
My curse upon all drinking! It made our hearts full sore:
For bravery won each battle, but drink lost ever more.
And if, for want of leaders, we lost at Vinegar Hill,
Were ready for another fight, and love our country still!
We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
The Boys of Wexford (also known as The Flight of the Earls)
is an Irish ballad commemorating the Irish Rebellion of 1798 and, more specifically,
the Wexford Rebellion.
The aim of rebellion was to remove English
control from Irish affairs and it resulted in the 1801 Act of Union.[1] John McCormack ~ The Boys of Wexford. 1906](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tJS9ryq2DO8/mqdefault.jpg)