Dicen que los pastores huelen a lana
It is said that sheep herders smell of wool
Pastorcillo es el mio huele a retama
Little sheep herder of mine smells like the flowering broom bush
Quitate niño de los balcones
You, child! get away from the balconies
Porque si no te quitas ramo de flores
Because if you don't get away, flower bouquet
Llamare a la justica que te aprisone
I will call justice to imprison you
Con las cadenas de mis amores
with the chains of my love
Dicen que los pastores huelen a sebo
It is said that sheep herders smell like suet
Pastorcillo es el mio huele a romero
Little sheep herder of mine smells like rosemary
Quitate niño de los balcones
You, child! get away from the balconies
Ciento cinquenta reales da una viuda
A widow gives a hundred and fifty reales (*see comments)
Por la sotana mare mamita mia de un pare cura
for the robe, mo(t)her mommy of mine, of a fa(t)her priest
Y el cura le responde con mucho acierto
and the priest replies with much wit
Yo no doy mi sotana mamita porque voy preso
I don't give my robe away mommy because I would be imprisoned
Dicen que los pastores huelen a lana...
It is said that he sheep herders smell of wool...