I will not oppress thee, Christoval,
May the Saint thy labour befriend.
Homeward I went a penitent,
And I never was idle more;
St. Isidro blest my industry,
As he punished my fault before.
When my debtor was poor, old Christoval said,
I have never exacted my due;
I remembered Henrique was good to me,
And copied his goodness too.