Din don

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Now it is eleven,
ding dong, ding dong,
soon it will be noon, (twelve)
Dong, It’s one
ding –dong, two
Azpeitia has not
a watch like this.

My uncle, attorney,
my father, mayor,
my sisters, teachers.
Marry me!
Oh, just look at me you poor thing.
Answer me,
How is it possible you have married to those people?

My grandfather, watchmaker,
my aunt, seamstress,
my brother, missionary.
Marry me!
Oh, just look at me you poor thing
and answer me:
How is it possible you have married to those people?

At the heart of Gipuzkoa
under the Izarraitz,
deep inside the valley of Urola
in the village, you poor thing
answer me;
How is it possible you have married to those people?