The late Nathaniel F. Musico composed Osang Pananamgo. He was an industrial elementary school teacher. During World War II in Banton, "comping", an art of composing lyrics to match common melodies became popular pastime for the residents, while they hid in the mountains. Although Osang Pananamgo was made during the war, it was one of the exceptions. The song is an original composition, both music and lyrics.

Osang Pananamgo
by Nathaniel Musico

osang tungang gab-i
ak nag pananamgo,
ako'y asa ragat pamaroto.
solo ka ak karga, osang buyak kono
ka kolor a rosas, kabobangyo.

sa ida kabangyo
ako guing haro-an
ako sinapopo sa ak rughan
kato yake'y anghel, sa langit gumikan
guing huyog sa ako atubangan.

rotong pananamgo, ako'y nakabati
sa mahimbing nakong katuyogon!
bumangon it ragli, ag panghilikat-on
pananamgo yake'y panolipon.

lumipas nak gab-i, ako'y nag pamasyal
sa mayadong banwa't guing hari-an
mahadag ka buyan, ako namuyatan
magandang rayaga sa ingkuran.

sa ida kaganda. ako guin su-oran
tibok it ak puso'y bisayahan
kato yake'y bato, nak nag tutuparan
pang aliw sa ako kalungkutan.

rotong pananamgo, nakong sari-sari
ako'y napaguya it a-usa
yaki katong tanan, waya kapuslanan
bunga yang it ako kapilayan.

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English Translation
by Ish Fabicon - 2002

'twas midnight when i dreamed
canoeing in the sea
beside a scented flow'r as company
oh what a lovely one
a bright and fragrant rose
its ardor flaming pink with strong desire

i kissed her tenderly
caressed her in my arms
enfolded her into my heaving breast!
later, then i would know, an angel from the sky
a divine gift of love from Someone up!

i woke up in a trance
after that dream of peace
a slumber of a thought that was so deep!
i sprang so suddenly uprightly on my feet
what a wondrous dream of discovery!

and on that bygone night
i sauntered in the streets
a distant kingdom loomed beyond my reach!
but moonbeams brought me home, that wafted in the air
to a lady so gracious on her throne!

her sparkling beauty glowed
i huddled by her side
my heart's 'a beating loud - a perfect treat!
but found it to myself two stones a playful pair!
bringing joy to an aching, lonely heart!

how silly it could be
when we'd dream endlessly
we'd laugh at ourselves so foolishly!
yet, if we'd sum it all all dreams are made of these -
an answer to my search for peace and joy!