Ponciana [English translation]

Ponciana, don’t tell me

You’re expecting that fellow Chanate’s baby

Ponciana, you who are so pretty

Raised with the sweat of my brow

In generosity, well-dressed and pampered

You’re promised to that emigrant from Holland

My old friend came to see me yesterday

He told me that his son

will be coming on holiday in August

And, by the grace of God, he’ll marry you