Children's folk songs

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Let it rain, let it rain, let the oats grow

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Rain, rain, rain, let the oats grow,Let the wheat grow bushy. Let my hair be like,Like a foal's tail, even longer,Like the length of the Danube, even longer,Like the length of the world. Read More Arrow
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You are Huns.

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Are you Hun? Under the bridge. Hun? Is the lord here?Voted. Did he take someone?He took. Who took him? Palit. Did you cry?We cried. How? Half this way, half that way.Like this. Like that. What are you sewing?A red bougie. For whom?For priests. Only for the great ones.Because thos... Read More Arrow
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What are you sewing?

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What are you sewing? Little Szűcs! Goodbye. For whom? For gentlemen! Read More Arrow
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Aunt Kati, where are you taking me to get married?

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Aunt Kati, where are you taking me, my husband?Are you going down or up? Read More Arrow
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Come out, big snail, your house is on fire, come out here.

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Come out, you little snail, your house is on fire,If you don't listen to us,We'll bury you underground.You little snail, blow your horn,Because if you don't blow it, the Turks will come,They'll break into your house. Read More Arrow
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Stork, stork, gilice, your feet are bloody.

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Stork, stork, gilice, how bloody is your leg?A Turkish child cut it off, a Hungarian child's healing potion,With whistles and drums, the little stork landed. Read More Arrow
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Stork, stork, iron shovel, bring us a baby

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Stork, stork, iron shovel, bring us a baby. Read More Arrow
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Baby, baby, baby.

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Cicci, cici Read More Arrow
Monday to Friday

Monday to Friday

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Monday to the week,Tuesday to Tuesday.Wednesday to the seri,Thursday to the shack,Pints to the courtyard,Saturday to the room,Sunday to the house of God.We lie down on Monday,We mix on Tuesday.We gather on Wednesday.We sit on Thursday.We whine on pints.We grieve on SaturdayWe go ... Read More Arrow
Dad is sitting on the chair.

Dad is sitting on the chair.

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Papa is sitting on the chair, ; Cake in his hand. ; I asked him for a needle, he didn't give it; I slapped him, he ran away. ; I took the axe, ; I cut off his head. ; I covered him in a sheet, ; I took him to the cemetery. ; They asked what was in it. ; Me, Papa, Mariska, ; You a... Read More Arrow