Rosa of Madragoa*
Fills her basket at the plaza
Rosa of Madragoa
Fills her basket at the plaza
She comes to the streets and shouts
Awaking half of Lisbon
Which smiles as she passes by
She comes to the streets and shouts
Awaking half of Lisbon
Which smiles as she passes by
She prances up the stairs
In a radiant glee
She prances up the stairs
In a radiant glee
Her garish skirt dances about her
The cross of life doesn't weigh her down
Her basket is a greater burden
Her garish skirt dances about her
The cross of life doesn't weigh her down
Her basket is a greater burden
In the shadows of street corners
Her voice can catch you off guard
In the shadows of street corners
Her voice can catch you off guard
The other fishlasses know
By her warbles when she's coming
Rosa, Rosa of Madragoa
The other fishlasses know
By her warbles when she's coming
Rosa, Rosa of Madragoa