Doce Cascabeles

My horse carries twelve jingle bells
Along the road
And a couple of carnations pinned to the hair
My pilgrim carries

And the cart in front
Carries a thousand little bells ringing
And even the wheels make their song
Because the axles are chiming

For the covered wagon with fringes
Canopy with Andalusian sky
How well my sorrels swing
There is no cart like mine

My horse carries twelve jingle bells
Along the road
And a couple of carnations pinned to the hair
My pilgrim carries