Lyrical song

My white handkerchief has blue flowers.

Song

1. My white handkerchief is blue with flowers, ; A true-hearted lover is rare now, ; As rare as a black raven, ; Not every bachelor is suitable for a lover. ; ; 2. If I die, I will leave it to my baby, ; Let her not cry on weekdays, only on Sundays, ; Even then, let her cry with ... Read More

What was this little girl thinking?

Song

1. What was this little girl thinking, ; The steamer is coming, she lies down under it, ; The engine driver whistled once or twice, ; Go, little girl, away from the engine. ; ; 2. I will not go away from the engine, ; My lover left me here, ; If he left me, my baby will still be ... Read More

A blue ribbon ties my stockings

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1. A blue ribbon is the tie of my stocking, ; A cowardly young man who has no lover, ; A cowardly young man who has no two, three, ; Who has no blonde, brown lover. ; ; 2. You hear, little girl, that I would have married you, ; If you had not painted your face, ; You painted your... Read More

Spread spread grape spread

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1. Rekenő, rekenő, grape rekenő, ; I have picked grapes in Nagykérbe pasture, ; If you don’t believe me, baby, don’t come to me, ; Don’t sit on my lap, don’t wink at me. ; ; 2. Rekenő, rekenő, grape rekenő, ; I loved you, baby, pasture, ; If you don’t believe me, baby, I’ve got y... Read More

I went up to the oven.

Song

1. I went up to the oven, (share) ; The edge of my skirt is burnt, ; Edge, y the edge, y the edge of my skirt, ; My master will beat me for the evening. ; ; 2. He who does not love his master, ; Let him cook carrots, ; He should also salt it well, (but) pepper it ; So that the co... Read More

Ihajla, this little girl was not born by her mother.

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1. Ihajla, this little girl was not born by her mother, ; Ihajla, she was hatched by a wild dove in a green forest, ; She does not need her mother's pure silken down, ; Ihajla, she is covered by her lover's robe. ; ; 2. Ihajla, may the girl become a fairy, ; Ihajla, a round bun i... Read More

The plow plowed the hard ground on the Kovács border

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1. The plow is plowed, the ground is hard on the blacksmith's border, ; Alas, but I thought a lot about you, little angel, in the summer, ; I wish all my sighs would fly on dove wings, ; I could go to Sunday mass with my dove. ; ; 2. If you knew, little angel, that you don't love... Read More

Szép Kovácsi is surrounded by violets.

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1. Beautiful Kovácsi is surrounded by violets, ; Come, my rose, put it in the bottom of your tie, ; The front of my tie has a hole, my dear, the violet, ; The whole violet falls out of it. ; ; 2. I wanted to love you so that they wouldn't know, ; But the heavens enlightened me, ;... Read More

The bottom of my skirt is round, but oh well

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1. The bottom of my skirt is round, but it's a pillow, ; A brown boy lies on it, but it's a pillow, ; Give me a kiss around midnight, ; That will be the price of my skirt, but it's a pillow. ; ; 2. In my towering bed, but it's a pillow, ; The bottom of my head is not well, but it... Read More

When the little brown girl goes out to the barn

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1. Brown girl, if you go out to the barn, ; So skillfully you go to the service, ; So skillfully you go to the service, ; You read off a hundred and twenty strings in one line. ; ; 2. Brown girl, we will not sleep at night, ; Until this much tobacco is not laid in, ; It is alread... Read More