Let merchants traverse seas and lands,
For silver mines and golden sands;
Whilst I beside some shadowy rill,
Just where its bubbling fountain swells,
Do sit and gather stones and shells,
And hear the tale the blackbird tells.


Letrillas, "Andeme yo caliente", line 24


Let merchants traverse seas and lands, For silver mines and golden sands; Whilst I beside some shadowy rill, Just where its bubbling fountain swells, ...

Let merchants traverse seas and lands, For silver mines and golden sands; Whilst I beside some shadowy rill, Just where its bubbling fountain swells, ...

Let merchants traverse seas and lands, For silver mines and golden sands; Whilst I beside some shadowy rill, Just where its bubbling fountain swells, ...

Let merchants traverse seas and lands, For silver mines and golden sands; Whilst I beside some shadowy rill, Just where its bubbling fountain swells, ...