"You'd know him for his mother's son
By peasant dress of Aragon.
"You'd know him for my husband dear
By broidered kerchief on his spear.
"The one I broider now is wet.
Oh, may I see him wear it yet!"
At the end of this song, as of the following, the little dancers throw themselves on the ground, as if in despair.
"Mambrú went forth to battle.
Long live Love!
I listen still for his coming feet.