Adult folk songs

New Year's cheerleader

Song

New Year is the author of joy, now it begins to renew, ; its renewal wants to announce with joyful joy. ; Holy, holy, holy! The Messiah is already announcing, he has come to judge. ; Holy, holy, holy! Give us what is good, what is true, we make a bet. ; Thus they also dedicate ne... Read More

The short carnival is over, the girls are having fun

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1. The short carnival is over, the girls are having a good time; Their faces are wrinkled because of the great poison. Read More

Kaka mace

Song

1. Káka, mace, ; Pull on it, you gypsy! ; If you pull, I'll come, ; I'm waiting for Garibaldi here. ; ; 2. The pale horse is sad, ; He doesn't have a horseshoe on him. ; Let there be no joy ; He'll be back soon. Read More

The breeze is blowing.

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1. The breeze is rushing, ; Towards the white mountains, ; The young man is already walking, ; Towards his lover. ; ; 2. He is already walking in vain, ; When the dawn breaks, ; His dear lover, ; Can have little fun. Read More

My bagpipes, my bagpipes

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My bagpiper, my bagpiper, ; My sweet musician, ; Blow your bagpipe, ; Wait for your mother. Read More

The farmer is angry.

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1. The farmer is angry, ; That we are having fun here, ; Let him take his house, ; But we will stay here. ; ; 2. Do you regret, farmer, do you regret, ; That I am going to your daughter? ; But you regret it even more, ; That I am sleeping with her. ; ; 3. If I am going to your da... Read More

My bagpipes, my bagpipes

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1. My bagpiper, my bagpiper, ; My sweet musician. ; Blow your bagpipe, ; Fuck your dog. ; ; 2. My dog is blind, ; He can't see with two eyes. ; From the track of his ass, ; Drink the brandy. ; ; 3. We cut, we cut reeds, ; Nine sheaves of reeds. ; With whom will we roast, ; Your o... Read More

My bagpipes, my bagpipes

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My bagpiper, my bagpiper, ; My sweet musician, ; Blow your bagpipe, ; Blow your note. Read More

My bagpipes, my bagpipes

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1. My bagpiper, my bagpiper, ; My sweet musician. ; Blow your bagpipe, ; Kiss your mother. ; ; 2. I cut, I cut reeds ; Nine reeds. ; Because you are still roasting, ; Your old mother. ; ; 3. My nurse baked a rite, ; She gave me some of it. ; She took it out to the garden, ; In a ... Read More

They killed a young man.

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1. A young man was killed; For sixty forints,; They threw him into the Tisza; For Szilay's foal. ; ; 2. Tisza did not take him in, ; He put him on a feast. ; Then a fisherman came, ; He took him into his net. ; ; 3. Do not take me into your net, ; I am not dead yet, ; My beautifu... Read More