Satirical song

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My laying duck is lost.

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My laying goose is lost, ; I grieve more than my master, ; For my goose was a good egg, ; But my master was a vagrant. Read More Arrow
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Oh, oh

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1. Errè, errè, now errè is gone, ; Why did you come angrily, errè, chuhaja, ; When you are angry, why do you walk errè, ; Why do you walk against me, chuhaja. ; ; 2. Errè, errè, why do you walk errè, ; Why do you walk against me, chuhaja; When you are angry, why do you walk errè,... Read More Arrow
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I grab the hem of my skirt.

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1. I grasp the hem of my skirt, ; I walk through the village like that. ; Yellow starling, ; Do you love me, my rose? No! ; ; 2. If you don't love me, I will love you, ; May God strike you down. ; Yellow starling. ; Do you love me, my rose? No! Read More Arrow
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If someone tells me

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If someone, someone, ; Instead of a barrel, would drill it out, drill it out, ; I wouldn't say who, I wouldn't say who, ; The drill is big, take it out, take it out. Read More Arrow
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Three cows are not a big herd.

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1. Three cows are not a big herd, ; Three gypsies are not a big band, ; The door creaks, let them come through, ; The spotted cat's tail stood up. ; ; 2. It's not good to live next to a forest; Because you have to chop down a lot of wood. ; Thirteen laps, even half a lap, ; Let t... Read More Arrow
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Imbérgót imbergate

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Imbërgot, imbërgát. ; My window is filled with Ajajaj, ábër, íbër, ; Nohát të Kackëmátë, Hercëg Fërti of Jedvédok, ; This infër imbërgo, iron wine, übërvajtër; iron übër sutty. Read More Arrow
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The judge's horse is dead.

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1. The judge's horse is dead, ; The judge himself is still skinning it. ; Yellow grebe, but its leaves are green, ; Its eyes are blue, not black. ; ; 2. Its skin is good for a fur coat, ; For that famous son. ; Yellow grebe, but its leaves are green, ; Its eyes are blue, not blac... Read More Arrow
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The voivode of the gypsies is dead, dead.

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1. The voivode of the gypsies is dead, dead; A gypsy woman counts her tent poles; Hair, hair, pingature, bagpipes; Fox dinner, campmaster, shuszkeréresz. ; ; 2. Well, the old man, well, is the old man still alive; Well, are his teeth, well, are his teeth still good?; Hair, hair, ... Read More Arrow
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When did I go to Hungary?

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When I went to Hungary, I had nothing. ; I had a sack of bread on my back, nothing but oats. ; But now I am a great lord, I don't command anyone, ; When they say, "Janko, go out," I have to go out. Read More Arrow
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We don't have such a woman.

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1. We don't have a woman like old Dömötörné, the old lady of the village. :| ; ; 2. She bakes the cottage cheese pie, ; |: She waits there, she waits there for the many guests. :| ; ; 3. They baked my pie, ; |: My daughter Sári, Kati, Bözsi, enjoyed it. :| ; ; 4. We don't need th... Read More Arrow