In the lands of Trás-os-Montes
Between Coelhoso and Parada
A true story
It was told right there
Handcuffed by two pides
On the morning of twenty-eight three
There goes Manuel Augusto
Without even knowing why
With him goes Marcolino
Bufo dos Dominadores
Go to the Ribeira mines
You will see who they are o the Gentlemen
In this place of work
In the confines of the exploration
Says Marcolino to the pides
Squeeze me that bastard
Not happy with proof
Of the zeal he shows
to that honorable boy
This speech then gave him:
We know about your life
Tomorrow around this time
br/>You will go to the fort of Elvas
Say goodbye to the good life
Also José António
He was still interrogated
Assassin Marcolino
You were the first culprit
Between Parada and Coelhoso
Oppression still reigns
Do not let the blackbird escape
Do not break your union