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The ballad Corrido de Belvedere depicts a Mexican immigrant's disillusion with life in the United States. (Reprinted in McWilliams, 204-105.)

        I came under contract from Morelia
        To earn dollars was my dream,
        I bought shoes and I bought a hat
        And even put on trousers.

        For they told me that here the dollars
        Were scattered about in heaps;
        That there were girls and theaters
        And there here everything was good fun.

        And now I'm overwhelmed
        I am a shoemaker by trade
        But here they say I'm a camel
        And good only for pick and shovel.

        What good is it to know my trade
        If there are manufacturers by the score,
        And while I make two little shoes
        They turn out more than a million.

        Many Mexicans don't care to speak
        The language their mothers taught them
        And go about saying they are Spanish
        And deny their country's flag.

        Some are darker than chapote
        But they pretend to be Saxon;
        They go about powdered to the back of the neck
        And wear skirts for trousers.

        The girls go about almost naked
        And call la tienda "estor"
        They go around with dirt-streaked legs
        But with those stockings of chiffon.

        Even my old women has changed on me
        She wears a bob-tailed dress of silk,
        Goes about painted like a pinata
        And goes at night to the dancing hall.

        My kids speak perfect English
        And have no use for our Spanish
        They call me "fader" and don't work
        And are crazy about the Charleston.

        I'm tired of all this nonosense
        I'm going back to Michoacan;
        As a parting memory I leave the old woman
        To see if someone else wants to burden himself.


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