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Y de siete de los Rochas que a prenderlos vinieron buenos y sanos a sus casas solamente tres volvieron*
Decia don Crispin Garcia, el jefe de Mazatlan: "Venganme dos acordadas y la Guardia Nacional."
Y en Mazatlan lo mataron, por traicion y por detras porque ese don Crispin Garcia era bueno para entregar.
Todavia despues de muerto cuando en la caja lo tenian, la acordada y los soldados mucho miedo le tenian. |
And of the seven Rochas who came to apprehend them, safe and well to their homes only three returned.
Said Don Crispin Garcia, the mayor of Mazatlan: "Let me have two troops of mounted police and the National Guard."
And in Mazatlan he was killed, by treason and from behind, for that Don Crispin Garcia was skillful in treason.
And even after he was dead, as he lay in his coffin, the mounted police and the soldiers feared him greatly. |
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I Ay, ricos de la costa! jya no moriran de susto! ya mataron a Bernal, ahora dormiran a gusto.
Y Uoran todas las muchachas del mineral de Mapimi: "Ya mataron a Bernal,
ya no lo veran aqui."
Y aqui termino mi canto pues asi tuvieron final
la vida y los hechos
del gran Heraclio Bernal. |
O rich men of the coast! No longer will you die of fear} now they have killed Bernal, now you may sleep at your ease.
And all of the girls of the mines of Mapimi weep and say: "Now they have killed Bernal, never will he return."
And here I end my song, for thus ended the deeds and the life of the great Heraclio Bernal. |
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