Sung by Flora Benamor. Tetuán, 1956.

I have no regrets, says the bride. I have given my word. My husband, a gentleman of lineage, gave me a gold ring. She teases him by boasting that once she had a lover who gave her presents of golden apples, five on a branch. Now she yearns for position and status -- and love.

Although I gave him my hand,
My hand I gave him
Although I gave him my hand,
I did not regret it.

Although I gave my hand
To a gentleman,
A little gold ring
He placed on my finger.

Although I gave my hand
To a man of lineage
A little gold ring
He placed on my finger.

A lover I once had
Sold little golden apples;
Four, five on a stem,
“The best of them for my friend.”

A lover I once adored
Gave me little golden apples;
Four, five on a branch,
“The best of them for my beloved.”

He who sees you and will see you,
Will give you social status;
Look at me, my love, and woo me...

Sung by Flora Benamor. Tetuán, 1956.

Aunque le dí la mano,
la mano le dí,
aunque le dí la mano,
y no me arrepentí.

Aunque le di la mano
al caballero,
anillito de oro
puso en mi dedo.

Aunque le dí la mano
y al hijo de algo,
anillo de oro
puso en mi mano.

Un amore que yo tenía,
manzanitas de oro les vendía;
cuatro, cinco en una espiga,
"La mejorcita de ellas para mi amiga."

Un amor que yo amaba,
manzanitas de oro él me daba;
cuatro, cinco en una rama,
"La mejorcita de ellas para mi amada.”

Quien te vido y te ha de ver,
en buen estado te ha de poner;
mírame, mi amor, y enamórame...