Salvation shake the whole world: joy.
Oh, the blessed Virgin give us glory,
Glory, oh, fire off the pistols, brothers,
Little sisters set the bells ringing.
Burst something, brothers, oh salvation.
O ho ho ho ho hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, ho.”
They were no longer of this world, nor conscious of it: they went dancing back to the kitchen, with hallelujahs. A jar or pot boiled over as they entered, with an overwhelming wash of sputter and crackle. A flood of smoke shot up from the mess with a smell of burnt dinner. Ramón seized the offending pot and cast it on the floor, singing:
“Never mind the little things, happy Ramón,
The little things of this world, happy Ramón,