Through rocky arroyos so dark and so deep, Down the sides of the mountains so slipp'ry and steep, Your judgment is good and surefooted you go, You're a safety conveyance, my cow hourse, Chopo. Chopo,my pony, oh, Chopo my pride! Chopo,my amigo, Chopo I will ride, From the Mexican border cross the Texas Llano, to the Saint Pecos River Iride you, Chopo.