Cavalo Ruço
Eu tive um cavalo ruço
Que se chamava gingão
De uma capona bravia
Que eu queria, sentia
Como um bom irmão
Era o cavalo mais lindo
Que nasceu no ribatejo
E eu nunca tive outro assim
Tão manso que enfim
Ainda o desejo
Saltava que era um primor
Tudo fazia com graça
Era bom a tourear
A derribar sem vacilar
No campo ou na praça
Corria lebres com gosto
E nenhum galgo o passava
Quando o viam correr
com prazer sem sofrer
A todos pasmava
A brincar lá na lezíria
O íam admirar
Ainda parece que o vejo
À beira do Tejo
A correr a saltar
Foi um touro que o matou
Num dia de infelicidade
E eu nunca mais montei
Nem sei se o farei
Tal é a saudade
Gray Horse
I had a gray horse
That was called Gingão
From a wild capon
That I wanted, felt
Like a good brother
It was the most beautiful horse
Born in Ribatejo
And I never had another like it
So gentle that in the end
I still desire it
It jumped with excellence
Did everything with grace
Was good at bullfighting
At knocking down without hesitation
In the field or in the square
It chased hares with pleasure
And no greyhound could pass it
When they saw it run
With joy without suffering
It amazed everyone
Playing there in the marsh
They would admire it
I still seem to see it
By the Tejo river
Running and jumping
It was a bull that killed it
On a day of misfortune
And I never rode again
I don't even know if I will
Such is the longing