From the recording The Trackless Wild


At ere as o'er the trackless wild my saino bounds along,
My thoughts are of the pleasant past and of a gladsome throng,
Of scenes no southern sun can scorch in memory's verdant plain
Tho' bronzed may be the tenement in which such fancies reign.

But as I near the distant mount my thoughts come back again,
And place before my longing eyes, the children of the plain,
Whose merry laugh recalls the days of innocence and joy
Ere cares and blighted hopes of youth could sweets of life destroy.

Yet little reck I for them both, when my good steed and I
Are sailing o'er the pampa main, beneath his care on high;
And every bound my saino gives rewards a weary strife,
And makes me gay and happy in this wilderness of life.

Then hail! La Plata! tho' by birth an exile from your shore,
Adopted land both wild and grand and I’ll try to love you more,
For freedom unadorned holds fast my roving mind,
And makes me scarce lament the land and friends I left behind.

A Wandering Tip.
El Monitor de la Campaña, N° 49, 27th of May, 1872.