Darling boy sleighs in the snow,
but away he has to go.
His ma says all will be fine;
his dad is drinking too much wine.
When he’s informed, he says, “No,
I’d rather stay here and not blow!”

He’s begging, “Please, please, please!”
“Por favor, por favor, por favor es lo que digo!”
But he won’t get down on his knees,
no se arrodilla, rasca nariz.
He’ll say “goodbye” and not look back;
no mira atrás, dice, “Adios!”
Later, inherits lots of jack—
mucho dinero no lo falta.
Though he’s got a lot of dough,
por otra tiene desir:
wooden sleigh he’ll take to go;
pues es, “Acompañame!”

Wooden sleigh with him shall go now.
Now it goes, but later, trouble:
it will be placed with the rubble
that into the fire will flow,
and that sleigh will be no mo’.

He commits infidelity:
a una otra mujer el hombre va.
For that, his wife seeks liberty;
su esposa dice, “Librame!”
When divorced he marries a floozy,
que no es una au pair,
and constructs a castle, a doozy;
en el castillo habita.
Then outside he’ll rarely go;
fuera no quiere ir.
He’s a fool, the wife says, a schmoe.
“Qué es que haces, digame!”

In he stays, but then he goes down,
en el sentido de “muerto.”
To the fire is fed the rubble—
basura en infierno.
By one thing he had been troubled:
algo fue en la mente;
The last word before the stroke:
vocalo raro decir
RE: his sleigh, gone up in smoke:
quemado, su trineo.