Coplas

I

Put orange in your wine

And make it thin and weak;

He who has never known love,

Of living may not speak.

u

All the buffalo-hunters have gone,

Every good man passes;

Only the shameless one is left

Eating corn-meal with molasses.

Ir

She who marries an old man

For his money, pays;

Alice Corbin

The money goes,

But the old man stays.

IV

He who loves and does not give

To be jealous has no right;

Instead he should be thankful

That they love him with nothing in sight!

v

You say that you love me so much-

Do not lift me so high;

For the topmost leaves on the tree

Are the first to die.

VI

Damn the black clothes,

And the scissors and thread!

My sweetheart wears mourning,

Yet I am not dead!

vu

Night before last at your house

I knocked three times around.

You are no good for lovers

Because you sleep too sound.