Adult folk songs

Gallows at the end of the village

Song

At the end of the village there is a gallows, ; The clerk and the priest hang on it, ; The old judge and the petty judge, ; Now they say goodbye to Jesus. Read More

Good sir, it looks good.

Song

My master is good, he seems good, ; But only when he sleeps, ; He gets up early, he beats him well, ; This is good morning for me. ; ; He who does not love his master, ; Let him cook carrots. ; He saltes and peppers them well, ; So that even the cold shakes him off. Read More

The judge has no boots.

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The judge has no boots, ; Because he drank the tavern. ; And damn his feet, ; Why did he drink his boots. Read More

The judge's horse died.

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The judge's horse is dead; The judge will flay it himself; Its fur will be good for fur, its hooves for jelly; The gypsies will eat the rest. Read More

My wife is angry.

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My wife is angry, ; That's why I feel bad for her, tyuhajja, ; If she's angry, she'll make peace, ; If she doesn't make peace, she'll make peace, ihajja. ; ; Because I'm a kanás, ; Like a geróf, I'm having fun, tyuhajja, ; If my chest breaks, ; I'll keep walking on my feet, ihajj... Read More

The wild boar nests under the eaves

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The wild boar nests under the eaves, ; The little foal flies high. ; ; They take the swallow in their arms, ; The ewes milk the goat. Read More

My master is gone, the big bastard.

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My master is gone, the great bastard; He has grafted an apple into a tree trunk.; If only he were to fall into a pit; His neck would break. Read More

My baby's platform shoes

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My baby's lace-up shoes, ; She sprinkles dust in front of the pharmacy, ; Oh, my dears, what a nice, shiny pharmacy, ; She polishes a wrinkled face smooth. ; ; Girls, girls, the rose will bloom for you, ; The pickled cucumber for the young ladies, ; Then the young ladies will hav... Read More

Where was Karcsáro born?

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Where was he born, Karcsáro, ; May the village of Ménkű strike him. ; Let us curse that priest to the heavens, ; Who brought us together in darkness. Read More

Uncle János, where are you going to Szénás?

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Where is Uncle János, Szénásra, ; May the devil hide in his village like a cloth. ; There they ate the crow instead of a chick, ; There they crushed the calf instead of a little girl. ; ; I would go to your place for the evening, ; If your room weren't so full of trash, ; My wrin... Read More