MEU SENHOR SÃO VICENTE

Meu senhor são Vicente

Minha senhora da Glória

Nas horas santas benditas

Com as misericórdias

Essa vida encantada

Que o meu pai me deu

É pedindo e rogando

Ao meu são Irineu

O sol clareava

O palácio universal

Do rei da rainha

E do meu príncipe imperial

A corneta tocava

No quartel principal

Todos nobres soldados

E um general

My Lord Saint Vincent

My Lady of Glory

In the holy blessed hours

With the mercies

This enchanted life

That my Father gave me

Is by asking and pleading

To my Saint Irineu

The sun was brightening

The universal palace

Of the king, of the Queen

And of my imperial prince

The bugle was sounding

At the main barracks

All noble soldiers

And one general