3.
From Guadalajara fighting,
With a soldier I came on,
My well-lined sweet syrup!
I came to see you alone.
4.
And come then with me,
And I will give thee
Such fine shoes of satin,
The colour of tea.
It is coffee, but you will excuse the poetical licence. The music married to this "immortal verse," I have learned by ear, and shall send you. In the "enanos" (the dwarfs) the dancer makes himself little, every time the chorus is sung.
1.
Ah! que bonitos
Son los enanos,
Los chiquititos
Y Mejicanos.
2.
Sale la linda,
Sale la fea,
Sale el enano,
Con su zalea.
3.