Feira de Mangaio

Roll tobacco harness and yoke
I came to sell, who wants to buy
Cornbread and coconut cake
I came to sell, who wants to buy
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kid, get out of here, let me work
And Zé ran off to the bird fair
And there was a bird flying everywhere
There was a little shop on the corner of the street
Where the mangaieiro would cheer up
Take a sip of roasted lambu
And look at Maria do Joá
Horse halter and tail
I came to sell, who wants to buy
Rapadura and soursop flour
I came to sell, who wants to buy
Clay pot chain wick
Boy I'm leaving
I have to go back
Xaxar my rock
Like a cow or a car
Drag espadrilles don't want to take me
Because there is an accordion player on the corner of the street
Making a flourish for us to dance
There is Zefa de Purcina making lace
And the bellows roar without stopping