Adult folk songs

Customs but fenced

Song

It's customs-free, but it's fenced in, ; They'll take me out of it anyway. ; I'll leave such a beautiful little girl in it that ; My heart aches for her to death, my baby, ; My heart aches for her to death. ; ; The steamer is loaded, ; I'm sitting in the front. ; That's written o... Read More

I have to go to the army.

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I have to go to the army, away, ; But I can't take my baby with me. ; I don't have a handkerchief to put in my pocket ; It should be in my pocket in the barracks. ; ; Kanizsa is not far from here, ; I'm going there by motorcar. ; The motorcar has a copper axle and a nail, ; The n... Read More

It's raining, the strap is soaking wet.

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It's raining, the strap is wet, ; The stirrups are squeezing my leg, ; The stirrups are squeezing my leg. ; ; The stirrups are squeezing my leg, ; My heart is saddened by my baby, ; My heart is saddened by my baby. Read More

I thought I didn't need a soldier.

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I thought I didn't need to be a soldier, ; I took care of my mother. ; But now I see, I didn't take care of the poor, ; I entrust myself to the good God for protection. ; ; The cemetery ditch is full of water, ; My heart is full of bitterness. ; God is good, who floods the water,... Read More

The thirty-two band sounds great.

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The thirty-two-man band plays beautifully, ; Hungarian boys are marching on it. ; They are marching to a foreign land, ; To the mountainous border of Dalmatia. ; ; Oh, my God, how one must get used to it there, ; How one must love that Dalmatian girl. ; When I hug her, my arms di... Read More

Wing wing wing of the bird

Song

Wings, wings, wings of the bird, ; There is no match for the Hungarian hussar. ; Because the hussar sits on his horse, ; A shiny sword is tied to his side. ; ; It was written for the son of Franz Joseph, ; He gave a long sword to my side. ; Its handle will be of rosewood, ; My lo... Read More

If I enter the county house

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When I enter the county house, ; They bring a chair for me to sit on. ; They bring a chair for me to sit on, ; My curly hair is cut with shiny scissors. ; ; My curly hair falls to the ground, ; They push a brass hat on my head. ; That is written on the side of my hat, ; God be wi... Read More

At the Bratislava train station

Song

At the Bratislava train station, ; Three steamers are coming down a track. ; The first one, alas, has a smokestack, ; That will take me to the Slovak border. ; ; My baby's arms, her arms, ; They don't want to bend, bend. ; She has to bend, write a letter, ; If she wants to hug, k... Read More

The brim of my little hat is banded.

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The brim of my little hat is banded, ; My lover's mother bought that too. ; My lover's mother bought that too, ; With tearful eyes she pinned it to my hat. ; ; But if I'm drafted, ; Don't cry, baby, I won't be a soldier. ; I'd rather be an outlaw in the inn, ; I won't even be the... Read More

Wild pear tree blooms white

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The wild pear tree is blooming white, ; My little horse is prancing beneath it. ; Prancing my horse, prancing for the last time, ra, ra, ra, ; I will ride you to Russia. ; ; (the 2nd verse from Felsővámos) ; ; I must go, I must march, ; I must go out of the village. ; I am going ... Read More