Crack the whip and bring the blood
Make the leaders take the mud
We've got the wheels
And we turn them around
One long hard pull and we're on hard ground
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o

On the fourteenth day of October-o
I hitched my team in order-o
To try the hills 
Of Saludio
Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o

When I got there, the hills were steep
Would make another person weep
To hear me cuss
And crack my whip
And see the oxen pull and slip
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o

When I get home among my friends
That's where my toil and trouble ends
And bid adieu
To the whip and line
And ride no more in the winter time
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o
Tima ride-i-o! o! o!
Yeah!