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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
 
The Ballad of Macario Romero
By Alice Corbin
 
From “New Mexico Folk-songs”
(Translated and Original)

SAID Macario Romero to the Captain Villaplata:
Please give me permission to go to see mi chata.
 
Said the Captain Villaplata: Macario, what is this?
You will give your life away for a foolish woman’s kiss!
 
Said Macario Romero, in his stirrups rising free:        5
Why, they are all good friends of mine; what could they do to me?
 
Said the Captain Villaplata: Against my will you go;
’Twill be unhealthy for you, as you too soon will know.
 
Said Macario Romero, as he faced the other way:
I go to see mi chata, no man can make me stay.        10
 
Said Rosita to her papa: It’s Macario I see.
Said Papa: How do you know it?—By his horse I know it’s he!
 
Said the papa of Rosita: Now what joke shall we play?
Let us give a dance to fool him and take his gun away.
 
When Macario arrived there, they were dancing in the hall;        15
But Macario was careful and would not get drunk at all.
 
Said Rosita to Macario: Hurry up, let’s play a trick;
Saddle up two horses pronto, and for heaven’s sake be quick!
 
Said the papa of Rosita: Macario, my friend,
I beg you, do not take her now—you will come to no good end.        20
 
Said Macario Romero: I would gladly wait awhile,
But if I do not take her now, then all these men will smile!
 
Said the papa of Rosita: How badly you behave,
To go off with an hombre who will fill an early grave!
 
Said Rosita to her papa: It is not his fault, but mine;        25
’Tis I who have made love to him; we’ll go while there is time.
 
As they came out to the open stream, in one another lost,
When they were least expecting it, the first shot crossed.
 
Said Macario Romero: Why do they not stand free?
I am used to killing birds in flight, not a man I cannot see.        30
 
Said Rosita to Macario: Shoot! and let them have their fill!
I will watch your back, Macario—oh, shoot at them to kill!
 
Said Macario Romero: Rosita, soul divine,
I wish to die within your arms, come put your breast on mine.
 
Said Rosita: O Macario, Macario, my dear!        35
Only to die within my arms, that I have brought you here!….
 
Said the little child Rosita: Now you have done your worst!
Now you may kill Rosita, and forever be accurst!
 
She grabbed Macario’s pistol, and as they came in sight:
Now you will see, you cowards, how I shall make you fight!        40
 
 
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