Ox Driving Song

Crack the whip and bring the blood;
Make the leaders take the mud.
We grab the wheels,
And we turn them around.
One long, hard pull and we're on hard ground.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaride-ee-o, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o.

On the fourteenth day of October-o,
I hitched my team in order-o
To drive the hills of Saludio.
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaride-ee-o, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o.

When I got there, the hills were steep;
T'would make another person weep
To hear me cuss and crack my whip,
And see the oxen pull and slip.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaride-ee-o, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o.

When I get home among my friends,
That's where my toil and trouble ends;
Bid adieu to the whip and line,
And drive no more in the winter time.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaride-ee-o, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-ee-o,
Timaride-ee-o! o! o!
Yeh!