Holy Angel University

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Kapampangan Culture and Cuisine

“Tradition Kapampangan Song”

HM - 103
Submitted by:
Syryl P. Soriano
Submitted to:
Mr. Daniel Macaspac
 O Caca, O Caca

(Kapampangan Song)

O caca, O caca, cabalat capaya…

Sabian mu nang patas nung enaca bisa;
Muquiat cu qng bunduc manintun aliwa,
Malagu la queca biasa lang mamana.

O caca, o caca, cacang bulatictic

Cabitis cang ticling, cabalat apulid;
Lon dacang marayu, lon dacang malapit
Qng quecang itsura tutu cung mebuisit.

O caca, o caca, panatulan daca

Pabusbus cang puente saca ca papurga;
Nung lugud ya ing Dios, micacatauan ca,
Manganac cang doctor magpari ya Roma.

O caca, O caca dinan dacang onor,

Qng anguiang malati emu pagmaragul;
Sidsad ca qng puti, matilus ca arung,
Ing pipintas cu mu tadtad cang bulutung.

O Caca O caca, dinan dacang uri

Qng anguiang maragul emu pagmalati;
Malagu ca tabas, malare ka puti,
Ing pipintas cu mu matuling ca labi.

O cacang manintun qng quecang ministil

Tutu cang milisia qng dalan miingsil;
Acung atupan mu mapurul a gunting,
Guinu ecu mibas caniang quecang santing.
 O Caca, O Caca

(English version)

If you want to see some dancing and singing,

Bring in some heron’s necks, betel to chew, and cigarettes.

O Sister, O sister with skin like the papaya’s,

Tell me in all candor if you no longer care;
I’ll go up the mountain and search anew
The girls up there are prettier than you are and adept at bow and arrow too.

O Brother, O brother, my bulatiktik Brother,

Your legs are thin as tikling’s your skin like water chesnut;
I size you up from afar, look at you at close range;
Your looks are an offense to me.

O Sister, O sister let me offer you advise;

Have your skin puntured, take a purgative.
God willing, you will have the build;
You may even bear a doctor, who will be a priest in Rome.

O Brother, O brother, I’ll give you a rating;

It is a modest one; you don’t pride yourself on it;
You are very fair and you have a sharp nose.
My only adverse criticism is you are pockmarked all over.

O Sister, O sister, I’ll tell you what you are;

It is generous; don’t treat it like a trifle.
You cut pretty figure and your fair complexion glows.
One little thing though, your lips are very black.

O Brother who looks what you ought to do;

You’ve syrsyed too far and you lost your way;
You’ve met me instead a dull pair of scissors.
O Lord, I am no match for your good looks.