(A Cagayan Valley Region Lullaby)
My son, now that you are still young,
I compare you to a blooming flower;
But when you grow to be a big man,
Maybe you will be a naughty youth.
But though my suspicions are like that,
I just bear them all because;
If you will grow, and have a long life,
You shall take care of me when I grow old.
I am, then, urging you to sleep,
So that I can go out the field and work;
To plant, so we may have something to reap,
To sustain life so that you will grow easily.
And if you will grow to be a man, my son,
You shall take my place on the farm,
You shall climb the tall tries in my stead;
Cut the branches and the trunk,
So that we shall have some place to plant rice
To sustain us, while we are still alive.
(Anonymously translated in English language)