El Alazán y El Rosillo

On March 19th
I’ve got it on my mind
The sorrel from the mountains
Ran in San Fernando, so fine

The horses that raced
Were neither big nor small
The sorrel of the poor
The chestnut of the wealthy, after all

The folks from Bamopa shouted
With bags of cash in hand
"Here’s ten thousand pesos
For the chestnut, it’s in demand!"

The people from Mocorito said
"Enough with all this fuss!
We’ve run out of money
We’ve got oxen and cows, that’s a plus"

The runner of the sorrel
They called him the Green Devil
"Get the lineup ready
If this race goes to hell!"

The one who rode the chestnut
A man of great courage, no doubt
"If I lose this race
I’ll never race again, I’ll bow out"

Around eleven forty
They took off from the start
About fifty yards in
The fast one fell behind, not smart

Chona Guzmán said
With her table to the side
"What gets to me the most
Is the twenty bucks I’ve bet, I can’t hide"

The sorrel’s on its way
They’re taking it to the hills
"Go on and get lost, you bastard
Go steal from your own, that’s the deal"