The drunkard's wife
How that poor woman suffers
She's the one who wakes up early
To take care of the children
Does the housework
And works as a maid
The woman's little hands
Are all calloused
She's the only one who does well
Because her little darling
Is broke and doesn't want anything

The drunkard's wife
Has a life without grace
Under the covers
The poor woman gets tangled up
If she covers her head
And he hasn't washed his foot
What a stink of foot odor
She uncovers her head
The stench of booze comes
What a life she goes through

When he leaves the house
He already leaves banging a drum
Arrives at the door of the tavern
That's where he gets stuck
The afternoon has already gone to the swamp
And got stuck along with the cow
Wants to act tough
Scratching the handle of the knife
They make him a laughingstock
Arrives home only in his underwear
And has already lost even his guava
The drunkard's wife