
19th century Obando Pilgrims: Silhouttes and their Accompanying Doggerels
I found these interesting silhouettes and their accompanying doggerel.
>Doggerel, or doggrel, is poetry that is irregular in rhythm and in rhyme, often deliberately for burlesque or comic effect. Alternatively, it can mean verse which has a monotonous rhythm, easy rhyme, and cheap or trivial meaning.
It certainly give a jokey idea of what pilgrims going to Obando specifically Obando, Bulacan are, specifically for the Obando Fertility Rites.
>The Obando Fertility Rites are a dance ritual, Anitist in origin, that later became a Catholic festival celebrated every May in Obando, Bulacan, Philippines...
>The rites are observed in a triduum: 17 May for St. Paschal Baylon, 18 May for St. Clare of Assisi, and 19 May for Our Lady of Salambáo. Each of the three days usually begins with a morning Mass said by the parish priest. A procession, held immediately thereafter, consists of the three saints' images followed by bands playing instruments made of bamboo or brass, and devotees who dance the fandango while singing the hymn, Santa Clara Pinung-Pino (Saint Clare, Most Refined). The image of each saint leads the procession on his or her designated feast day.
>The rites, especially the fertility dance, are popular with pilgrims from all over the Philippines, most of whom supplicate the triad of saints for a child, a spouse, or general good fortune. Throughout the three days, devotees joyously dance in the streets as a form of prayer, asking for the spirit of life to enter into the wombs of women.
With that, here are the original doggerels (perhaps in Chavacano), and their respective English translation as translated in the book.
Upper Left:
>Si embarca en pero-caril,
tiene cualtas que pagá;
y no tá yo dibelti
por que no puede baila.
>If embark on the locomotive,
me have moneys to defray;
but I no feel divertive
because no can swing and sway.
Upper Right:
>Con el guitara y bailando
No cansa este caminá:
Y cuando llegue en Obando,
¡Nacù! tá yo enamorà.
>With a guitar and ala dancing
wayfaring is unperspiring: When
in Obando me arriving, Ye, gads!
I'll be romanizing.
Lower Left:
>En el lampara del Santo,
el mi mano ha de mojà,
y para no pasá tanto,
mi bariga ha de sobà.
>In the oil lamp of the Saint, my
whole hand will infiltrate, so
there'll be no undue restraint,
come time for tummy to deflate.
Lower Right:
>Ha de bailà yo el pandango,
El cundiman y el subli,
¡Abà! tambien aquel tango
Que tà aprendé yo en Buji.
>I'll be performing the fandango,
The kundiman and the subli,
And, hey, including the tango
That I sweated mastering in Buji.
Reference:
Lopez Memorial Museum (now Lopez Museum and Library) as cited in Fiesta (1980) Alejandro R. Roces (p. 78)