Jose Correntino

On a little white horse
My grandma told me
That a saint crossed the Andes
And freed three towns

The saint was from Corrientes
And his name was José
Father of a pretty girl
Who was his Merceditas

The bugle sounds, the drum beats
This is the story I love the most
Of courage and faith
Of a Correntino named José

When the fight was over
José went far away
So that the young nation
Could learn to grow on its own

With Merceditas by his side
José gazed at the sea
Thinking of coming back one day
And resting in his homeland

The bugle sounds, the drum beats
This is the story I love the most
Of courage and faith
Of a Correntino named José