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Maria De La O
(gitanas = gyspy girls payo = non-gypsy person) For my fingers, bands of gold, for my whims, bank notes untold. For my curves, embroidered tresses, woven shawls and silken dresses. The moon always keeps a loving vigil over me. The moon always weeps to see what's become of me. My payo is as smitten as a spinster with a kitten, puts more riches in my hand than a sultan could command. Stare, gitanas, stare! You are envious of me. Glare, gitanas, glare! I can't help your jealousy. Play, gitanas, play, you've no idea what you do. Sway, gitanas, sway! It is I that envy you. Maria de la O, with your man-enticing curls, you're the only one who knows you're a wretched gypsy girl. I've got everything I need, yet forgotten how to laugh. I somehow missed the seed when I filled my hands with chaff. His waist was as slender as a young water poplar I longed to surrender when dancing the coplas. Ugly money, dirty silver, I've a thirst you'll never slake. I was dearly loved in Huelva, but I spurned him for your sake. Maria, shoulder your cross! You can't leave the path you trod. You must struggle with your loss, punished by God, punished by God.
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