Satirical song

Gyuri Liba's garden

Singing

1. Gyuri Liba's garden, ; Full of wealth sown with pumpkin seeds. ; Gyuri Liba regrets, ; That he doesn't take his wife dancing at the pub. Read More

Under the gardens of Menyhe

Singing

1. Under the gardens of Menyhe, ; My golden flower, ; There will be a bachelor's market this week, ; Come here, don't go there, my dove. ; ; 2. There will be a bachelor's market this week, ; My golden flower, ; Oh, it's cheap, but I'll buy it anyway, ; Come here, don't go there, ... Read More

Three boys, three girls

Singing

1. Three boys, three girls, ; They are fighting over their pants, ; The old man runs there, ; That the saddle is his. ; ; 2. Leave my saddle, ; I will not give you my saddle, ; I will not give you my saddle, ; My wealth is in it. ; ; 3. Three kilos of hemp, ; He does not yet have... Read More

The cricket wants to get married in the forest of Özld

Singing

1. The cricket wants to marry in a green forest, ; He circles the fly, wanting to marry her. ; - I would marry you, little fly, if you weren't small; - I would go to you, if you weren't crooked. ; ; 2. The sacred feast was over, the music began, ; The monkey danced, followed by t... Read More

My boots are made of goose skin

Singing

1. My boots are made of goose skin, ; They were just brought from Egerszeg, ; Hey, if I die I'll leave you, ; My black-eyed dove. ; ; 2. My throat makes no mistakes, ; It is soaked in wine day and night. ; Oh, I drink wine breath, ; I revel in the breast. ; ; 3. They beat the bro... Read More

You ate my pie.

Singing

1. You ate my cake, ; Sári, Mari, Kati, my daughter, take it, ; Sári, Mari, Kati, my daughter, take it. ; ; 2. I am not good for us, the daughter of the singer, ; Kéncé-ficë, her cheeks are red, ; Kéncé-ficë, her cheeks are red. ; ; 3. I am not the one God gave me, ; You are the ... Read More

If I had my own master

Singing

1. If I had a master, ; Who would buy me yellow boots, ; I wouldn't mind if he beat me every day, ; Only I would buy me yellow boots. Read More

My lord is gone.

Singing

1. My master has gone, ; In his foolish age, ; He has planted me in a barn, ; To look for apples. ; ; 2. I wish he were there, ; I wish he were there, ; That a priest would still love me. ; ; 3. I turn like a hoop, ; I jump like a horse. ; ; 4. –, Do you hear, my dear, ; What is ... Read More

Gypsy woman, what have you cooked?

Singing

1. Gypsy woman, what did you cook? ; Lungs with cabbage. ; What did you stuff it with? ; With dry oat flakes. Read More

You Bedi people, you live under a large shore

Singing

1. You are from Bed, you live under a large bank; you made a foal in Győr, you also put it in. Read More