Satirical song

The judge's horse died.

Song

1. The judge's horse is dead, ; The judge himself will flay it. ; Alé dudálé, ; R. My rose, do you love me? No! Yet she goes to you. ; ; 2. Her skin will be good for fur, ; For that famous son. ; R. My rose, do you love me? No! Yet she goes to you. ; ; 3. Her tail will be good fo... Read More

Everyone, everyone has a handsome husband.

Song

1. Everyone, everyone has a handsome husband, ; Only mine is a little bitch. ; I buried him in the barn, ; His snotty nose showed. ; ; 2. I love him so, I love my husband so, ; I'll throw myself out. ; I'll bake him a dry cake, ; I'll chop up the little cat. Read More

I don't like a peasant with an oak tree.

Song

I don't love a peasant with an oaken hat, ; Because after that he'll have to raise his fist. ; I love a curly-haired young man, ; With whom I can also be a woman. Read More

At the Patkós in Patas

Song

(all): ; 1. At the Patkós' in Patas, ; They are roasting a cat on a grill. ; They are taking it to Balony, ; To the big wedding. ; ; (boys): ; 2. – On the Vereknyei flat ; My hat has fallen off. ; Girl from Hidasi, my angel, ; Put on my hat! ; ; (girls): ; 3. – Three handfuls of ... Read More

Sieve bark, sieve bark

Song

Sieve crust, sieve crust, I'll be right back. ; Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, may the poison eat you. ; I have parsley in one bed, celery in the other. ; The innkeeper's maid was pushed down by the waiter. Read More

I caught a killer.

Song

I have taken a secret from the murderer, ; He no longer sits on the seat, ; He rather sits in the tin vessel, in the cup, ; In the middle of my table. Read More

I drink wine on Sunday.

Song

1. I drink wine on Sunday, ; I don't work on Monday. ; I have to go to bed on Tuesday, ; I have to get up on Wednesday. ; ; 2. I have to go to bed on Thursday, ; I count on Friday, ; I ask on Saturday, ; What are we going to do? ; ; 3. His hair is disheveled, his hair, ; The farm... Read More

I went out to hoe in the vineyard.

Song

My little girl went out to hoe in the vineyard, ; She left her boots at home to be shod. ; Nine blacksmiths dared not take it upon themselves, ; That she could not iron a pair of boots. Read More

The ragged trousers of a scoundrel

Song

Csánó's pants, his ragged pants, ; Lice are crawling in them, ; Bugs are jumping in them, ; Csánó's pants, his ragged pants. ; ; Csánó's pants, his ragged pants, ; A horse has been caught in them, ; He is crawling after girls in them, ; Csánó's pants, his ragged pants. Read More

I knew your father.

Song

I knew your father, ; How rich he was, ; On his festive feast, ; He climbed each other's feet. ; ; I knew your father, ; He was so rich, ; There on the banks of the Danube, ; There were two sacks of rags. Read More