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From the fair rode a dashing merchant,
A dashing merchant, a bold young fellow,
The merchant took a notion to water his horses,
Took a notion to amaze the village with a spree.
He came out onto the street, merry and drunk,
In a red shirt, handsome and rosy-cheeked.

Home from the fair rode a merchant, a swell,
Dashing young merchant, a bold lad as well,
Thought he would water his horses a while,
Thought he'd amaze all the village in style.
Out to the street, he was merry and tight,
Red shirt and rosy cheeks, handsome and bright.

De la feria volvía un mercader temerario,
Mercader temerario, mozo atrevido,
Al mercader se le ocurrió abrevar a sus caballos,
Se le ocurrió asombrar a la aldea con una juerga.
Salió a la calle alegre y borracho,
Con camisa roja, guapo y sonrosado.

Vuelve de feria un mercader audaz,
Bravo y gallardo, valiente y tenaz,
Quiso a los caballos abrevar
Y con su juerga la aldea asombrar.
Sale a la calle, alegre y bebido,
Roja camisa, buen mozo encendido.

He treats old and young to wine,
“Drink, squander it all — what we drink away, we'll earn back!”
The pretty girls wince, but they drink,
They dance, play and sing songs.
The merchant pesters a bashful girl,
He beckons her, kisses her, takes her by the hand…

Old ones and young ones he treats to his wine,
“Drink it away — we'll earn more down the line!”
Maidens make faces, but drink right along,
Dancing and playing and singing a song.
He pesters a maiden so bashful and shy,
He beckons, he kisses, takes her hand on the sly…

A viejos y jóvenes convida con vino,
«¡Bebe y derrocha: lo que bebamos lo volveremos a ganar!»
Las muchachas bonitas hacen muecas, pero beben,
Bailan, juegan y cantan canciones.
El mercader acosa a una muchacha tímida,
La llama, la besa, la toma de la mano…

A viejos y niños les da de beber:
«¡Gasta y derrocha, se vuelve a tener!»
Hacen sus muecas las mozas, y beben,
Bailan, retozan y cantan alegres.
A una muchacha muy tímida acosa,
La llama, la besa, la mano le toma…

The beauty's mother was quick-witted,
She came up to the merchant with proud words:
“Stop, you merchant, stop, don't misbehave,
Don't disgrace my daughter, don't kiss her!”
The dashing merchant jingled his silver:
“No? Then never mind! We'll find another!”

The beauty's own mother was sharp and not meek,
Proudly she came to the merchant to speak:
“Stop it, you merchant, stop, don't you dare,
Don't shame my daughter, don't kiss her, beware!”
Merchant just jingled his silver and said:
“No? Then forget it! Another instead!”

La madre de la bella era despierta,
Con palabras orgullosas se acercó al mercader:
«¡Alto, mercader, alto, no te propases,
No deshonres a mi hija, no la beses!»
El mercader temerario hizo sonar su plata:
«¡Pues no hace falta! ¡Encontraremos otra!»

La madre de la bella era muy despierta,
Con altivez fue al mercader resuelta:
«¡Alto, mercader, no te pases,
No la deshonres, no la beses!»
El mercader su plata agitó:
«¡Bueno, no importa! ¡Otra hallaré yo!»

All over the village the lights went out,
Old and young all lay down to sleep.
Only in one little hut a light is still burning,
The old father sits there, all disheveled.
In a torn shirt, in torn bast shoes,
A crumpled cap lies at the head of his bed.

All through the village the lights all went out,
Old folk and young folk were sleeping throughout.
In just one small cottage a light is aglow,
Old father sits there, disheveled and low.
Torn is his shirt, and his bast shoes are torn,
At his head lies his cap, crumpled and worn.

Por toda la aldea se apagaron las luces,
Viejos y jóvenes se acostaron a dormir.
Solo en una pobre isba arde aún una lucecita,
El viejo padre está sentado, desgreñado.
Con camisa rota, con abarcas de corteza rotas,
Un gorro arrugado yace en la cabecera.

Por toda la aldea la luz se apagó,
Grande y pequeño a dormir se acostó.
Solo en una isba la luz sigue allá,
Sentado el padre, desgreñado, está.
Rota camisa, abarcas rotas,
Gorro arrugado en la cabecera.

All over the village a rumor spread —
The beautiful daughter came home at dawn,
The beautiful daughter came home at dawn,
She brought a skirt-hem full of silver.
She brought a skirt-hem full of silver,
And drowned her maiden's conscience in wine.

All through the village the rumor took flight —
The beautiful daughter came home at first light,
The beautiful daughter came home at first light,
A lapful of silver she brought, shining bright,
A lapful of silver she brought, shining bright,
And drowned her maid's conscience in wine overnight.

Por toda la aldea corrió el rumor:
La hija hermosa volvió al amanecer,
La hija hermosa volvió al amanecer,
Trajo la falda llena de plata.
Trajo la falda llena de plata,
Y ahogó en vino su conciencia de doncella.

Por toda la aldea el rumor corrió:
La hija bonita al alba volvió,
La hija bonita al alba volvió,
Con la falda llena de plata llegó,
Con la falda llena de plata llegó,
Y en vino su pura conciencia ahogó.