In “Has de Cantar” (“You Must Sing”), the sound of a young girl singing in the town square brings much-needed solace to the grief-stricken speaker.

Sing yes you must,
I’ll give you boiled chestnuts;
Sing yes you must,
I‘ll give you loads of them.

You must sing,
Little piperette,
You must sing
For I’m dying of heartache

Sing, little girl,
By the side of the fountain;
Sing, I will give you
Buns of polenta.

Sing, little girl,
With delicate cadence,
I’ll give you anisette crust cake
From the stone of the oven.

Pastry cream with milk
Too I will give you,
Soups seasoned with wine,
French toasts covered with honey.

….With the sound of the bagpipes,
With the sound of the drum
I beg do please sing,
Little girl—for the sake of God!