TIn old Mexico, there’s a song they know
(Gaily singing)
Ev’ry where you hear Chiapanecas!
It’s an easy thing when you get the swing
(Lightly swinging)
Clap your hands and sing Chiapanecas!
And then whirling lightly round to the merry sound
(Pleasure bringing)
As the music begins to play
Join the happy throng, clap and sing along
While your cares all fly away o-lé!
Sing Chiapanecas, o-lé, o-lé

Sing! Sing! Fiddles are playing
Sing! Sing! Dancers are swaying
Sing! Sing! Sing the tune ‘neath the light of a Mexican moon
Let your song now banish all sorrow
Cares are gone till tomorrow
Sing! Sing! Clap to its rhythmical tune ‘neath the light of the moon, o-lé!

Sing! Sing! Fiddles playing
Sing! Sing! dancers swaying
Sing! Sing! ‘Neath the light of the moon, of a Mexican moon
Let your song now banish sorrow
No cares till tomorrow
Sing! Sing! Clap the tune ‘neath the light of the moon, o-lé!