Under the gardens of Martos, I'm going to tear up my chest

1. Under the gardens of Martos, tiririri rárom, tirárom, ; Three young men are reaping oats, tiririri rárom, tirárom. ; He is reaping oats for his horse, hey, tirárom, tirárom, ; He is looking for a lover for himself, tiririri rárom, tirárom. ; ; 2. Come on, don't go that way, tiririri rárom, tirárom, ; There is a better way, tiririri rárom, tirárom, tirárom. ; Come on, don't go that way, hey, tirariri rárom, tirárom, ; There is a better way, tirariri rárom, tirárom.