Paco, Paco, Paco
Encarnita Polo
Paco, paco, paco, my Paco
Paco, paco, paco
Seven children go paco, paco, paco, seven children
Seven children, on their way to Sevilla, paco
On their way to Sevilla, paco
On their way to Sevilla, paco, paco, paco, seven children.
There are seven children, with one of the seven, paco
With one of the seven, paco
With one of the seven, paco, paco, paco goes my love.
They are thieves and they steal like no one else, paco
And steal like no one else, paco
And steal like no one else, paco, paco, paco, the hearts.
Here come the migueletes across the plain
The migueletes, they are coming across the plain
Come here, cousin, and sit here
Here come the migueletes across the plain.
The migueletes, but they are small fry
Come here, cousin, and sit here
But they are small fry for the seven.
What bravery from the seven children
Come here, cousin, and sit here,
The children of Andalucía
The wind sighs over Écija the plain, paco
Over Écija the plain, paco,
Over Écija the plain, paco, paco, paco, the wind sighs
The wind sighs, tolling the bells, paco
Tolling the bells, paco
Tolling the bells, paco, paco, paco of the convents
Seven chestnuts and seven black capes, paco
And seven black capes, paco
And seven black capes, paco, paco, paco of captains
The entry Photos and refrains from those summer songs (XLVI) was first published on La Laguna Ahora.
