Occasional song

The ox plows the land not for private use

Song

1. The ox plows the land not for private use, ; The father does not care for his son for private use, ; For twenty years for private use, after twenty years for another, ; The emperor serves for thirty-six months. ; ; 2. The ox plows the land not for private use, ; The mother doe... Read More

Someone is crying at a small well in the rocks

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1. Someone is crying at the little well in the cobblestones, ; Maybe my rose is looking for her oxen, ; Don't look for her, my dove, because she is locked up, ; The bell on it rings at the judge in Gyula. ; ; 2. I knew the bell, I had it in my hand, ; I bought it at the Gyula fai... Read More

Komárom prison is paved with stone

Song

1. The prison of Komárom is paved with stone, ; My godmother went there crying, ; Don't cry, my godmother, that's how it should be, ; In every good family there must be one bad one. ; ; 2. Where I walk, even the trees cry, ; Their falling leaves all cry for me, ; Fall, leaves, hi... Read More

I'll plow the Martosi street, baby.

Song

1. I will plow up, my baby, the street of Martosi, ; I will sow red-eyed wheat in it, ; I will grow pure red-eyed wheat in it, ; Next summer, my baby, we will harvest it in two. ; ; 2. In the fall, my baby, the black grapes will ripen, ; You are not, my baby, a true lover, ; Forg... Read More

I'm going to the carpenter to have a headboard made.

Song

1. I'll go to the carpenter to make a headboard, ; In golden letters I'll write my name on it, ; In golden letters I'll write, my baby, bye, ; Here lies the faded flower of my love. Read More

The whitewashed house of a brunette bride

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1. Brown-eyed whitewashed house, ; For three years the black mourning will be, ; For three years the black mourning will be, ; While her husband is away in America. ; ; 2. Brown-eyed wrote a mournful letter, ; – Come home, my dear, if you can, ; – I would go home, but I don't hav... Read More

Two sprigs of rosemary with their branches bent to the ground

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1. Two sprigs of rosemary, its branches bend to the ground, ; There is no scythe that can cut them down, ; Then the autumn wind, the dew, will cut them down, ; Little Csárdás girl, you can stay for yourself. ; ; 2. This brown girl says to take it, ; She doesn't ask how I can supp... Read More

Cell hair dewy on corn leaf

Song

1. Hey, hey, the corn leaves are dewy, ; I was with you last night. ; I held the brass lock of your door for the last time, ; Hey, hey, good night, little angel, forgive me. ; ; 2. Hey, hey, I thought they'd take me for a hussar, ; I have better things to do than the ragged buck.... Read More

The neighbor is angry, but I don't know why.

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1. The neighbor is angry, but I don't know why, ; Maybe it's because I love her daughter. ; May the devil eat her anger, ; I love her daughter all the more. Read More

Bözsike if you go into the pearl shop

Song

1. When Bözsike goes into the shop with the pearls, ; She asks if there are any pearls. ; The clumsy shopkeeper answers her, ; Maybe Bözsike wants to get married. ; ; 2. This little girl has a house on a hill, ; Her skirt has thirty-three ruffles. ; Short in front, very long in t... Read More