Occasional song

Come on, Hungarian boys, let's pull the strings if possible

Song

1. Come, Hungarian boys, let's pull the wire if possible, ; The country's army is not far away. ; The cannons are ringing, the heavy weapons are cracking, ; Now you see, my baby, what a Hungarian child is worth. ; ; 2. We don't know the way to Romania, ; Let the captain lead us t... Read More

There is a round forest near Lviv.

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1. There is a round forest near Lemberg,In the middle of it there is a funeral cemetery.There lie many beautiful Hungarian goats,Buried by mournful Galicia.2. My mother received a letter,There she received the news of my death.She can cry and cry, poor thing,She will not fall on ... Read More

The steamer has six wheels.

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1. The steamer has six wheels,I wish it would break into dust.So that it wouldn't take you far,to the middle of Russia.2. The mother can cry,Whose two sons are soldiers.One is a hussar, the other a buck,Oh, but they are two fine soldiers.3. One is grazing her horse,The other is h... Read More

I carve my name on the four corners of my blanket

Song

1. I carve my name on the four corners of my blanket,I hand over my work to the eight-year-olds.Let the fur-clad recruit wear it, oh my hair,Who still has thirty-six months in his barracks. 2. My shirt is fine, my pants are fine, its sleeves are flagged,It doesn't flutter, it doe... Read More

That mother can cry and sob

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1. A mother can cry, sob,Whose two sons go to war.His hand or leg, they shoot with a bullet.The poor thing is not even dead, they bury him right away.2. The captain comes, on a snow-white horse,A shiny sword clangs at his side.A shiny sword clangs, a copper cannon thunders,Blood ... Read More

If I go up the great mountain of Doberdó

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1. If I go up to the great mountain of Doberdó,From there I look up at the starry sky.Starry sky, where is my Hungarian homeland,Where is my mother mourning me.2. Oh, my God, where will I die,Where will my red blood flow.The wildflowers of the field will bury me,The girls will mo... Read More

Lajos Kossuth's white horse may have earned its oats

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1. Lajos Kossuth's white horse is not a horse, but he has already earned his oats. ; He has traveled around Hungary many times, many times, many times. ; If he could have traveled around it once more, ; On Hungarian soil, to our beautiful homeland, to our beautiful homeland, ther... Read More

Lajos Kossuth, I am yours too

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1. Lajos Kossuth, I am yours too, ; I carry the little rose-colored baton. ; The handle of my little baton is made of rosewood, ; The name of the little angel is carved on it. ; ; 2. God be with you, my little village forever, ; I am going out of it to die. ; A sharp bullet is pi... Read More

My mother, I'll tell you something.

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1. Mother, I have something to tell you,Unbutton the front of my little shirt,Look at what's pressing on my heart,Put my prayer book on it.2. Mother, what's in your pocket,A red apple, give me one.I'll eat your apple, your apple,I'm wearing the dress of Ferenc Jóska. Read More

Ferenc Jóska when he gets on his horse

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1. Ferenc Jóska, if he mounts his horse,The hussar will follow him in four lines.Oh, but the soldier's band sings beautifully,My mother would hear it, but she would cry. 2. I lean out of the saddle for the last time,I ask for a kiss from my old lover.Give me a kiss on the road, l... Read More