There's no more horrible life
than the one of the poor cart driver
with the prod in the hand
prodding the ox on front
Front... huella... huella... güey
Fellow of my life,
beware that ditch,
don't let the rod get broken
prod that ox of white tail
White tail... huella... huella... güey
I went out of Montevideo
towards my home
my woman might be saying:
"my husband brings a silk kerchief"
Silk kerchief... huella... huella... güey