Children's folk songs
Varga, the young man, loves me.
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Vargalegény loves me, his bootstraps take me,he sews me beautiful shoes, because we are thirty-two.When the informant was a girl, they played in the street. They went in a circle. At the "I will take this one",two csárdás danced in the middle of the circle.
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Give me a barrel of wine.
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A group stood in a line. They held hands. Opposite them, six or seven meters away, was the other group. One half said: Give me a barrel of wine! The other half said: Give me a barrel of wine, our red apple is now blooming, our red apple is now budding. Give me a beautiful chain, ...
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Come home, my little ones.
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The gang split into two. Five or six children here, another five or six on the other side, because we used to stand on the bank of a ditch and shout:–, Come home, my little geese!–, We don't dare!–, Why?–, We're afraid!–, Of what?–, Of a wolf!–, Where is the wolf?–, Under the bri...
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One two three four
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One, two, three, four,Where are you going, little boy?I'm not going far,just to the end of the village.A soldier is standing there,and I ask what time it is?Half past eleven.–, And did he quit the game?–, The one who figured out that it was half past eleven had to quit, and then ...
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I went to the forest to chop wood.
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I went to the forest to chop wood, ; My mother came after me to slap me. ; Di, da, du, you're the one with the big mouth. ; ; So that when they pointed it out, they had to stand up. But they were such good calculators.
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Speak, whistle, speak, I'll put you under the wheel
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Speak, whistle, speak, I'll put you under the wheel,I'll get you out of there too, I'll put you in hot water,I'll get you out of there too.
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Bake a cake for mom and dad
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She bakes, bakes cakes, for mom, dad,Ilike herself, and from ashes for the kitten.
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Chip chip jackdaw blind crow
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Chip chip jackdaw, blind crow,Koma asks for your cart, I can't give it to you,Chickens are sitting on it, The motley crow is getting off it,He'll fart under your nose.
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Women are spinning the canvas
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The women are spinning the canvas,Tomorrow at noon for the roast,It's already gone into the ovenThe women are spinning the canvas.
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Get off the swing, Balázs, it's not your money's worth.
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Get off the swing, Balázs, it's not your money's worth,My brother had it made, it's his money's worth.Kick the beam up, pick a red apple,Red corn, it's your finger.
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