Shepherd's Song

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This sheep is from Gömbölyüd.

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1. This sheep is a flock from Gömbölyüd. ; My leader has been serving for ten years, ; Listen, uncle, where does the copper bell sound, ; My shepherd is wandering from week to week. ; ; 2. This sheep does not want to graze here, ; It rattles its copper bell angrily, ; It smells a... Read More Arrow
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The Manganese of Vidrócki

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1. The Vidrócki's mother, ; It grumbles, grumbles into the Mátra', ; It grumbles, grumbles into the Mátra', ; Because it can't find Vidrócki. ; ; 2. Well, buddy! Lie here, ; Until the steamer gets here, ; And when the steamer gets here, ; We'll walk towards you. Read More Arrow
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Hey, the Mátra is a mountain

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1. Hey, the Mátra is foggy, ; It wants to rain hey, ; It wants to rain, ; The herd of cattle is croaking, ; It wants to go home, ; It wants to go home. ; ; 2. Don't croak, don't croak, ; We're not going home yet, ; We're not going home yet. ; It's not St. George's Day yet, ; Then... Read More Arrow
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Horse foal horse

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1. Horse, foal, horse, ; The stud ran away, ; The stud ran away, ; He didn't stay on the farm ; Only the saddler, ; Only the saddler. ; ; 2. I can't help it, ; If I'm locked up, ; If I'm locked up, ; I have a good friend, ; He'll count on it, ; He'll count on it. ; ; 3. Count, ho... Read More Arrow
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The other day, next to the barn

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1. The other day by the pen ; My three sheep gave birth to six. ; I already have sheep, I have lambs, ; I love thirteen too. ; ; 2. Let the flock go, let the flock go, ; Around and around at the foot of the beech, ; Let me stand in front ; In the middle of the Suru forest. Read More Arrow
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The wind blows in the Silicei Plain

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The wind blows through the Silicei plain, ; The poor shepherd boy is soaked, ; The poor man has no winter fur coat, ; He lies down in only a linen shirt and trousers. Read More Arrow
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If I reach into the pocket of my little love

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If I reach into the pocket of my little bag, ; Alas, there are few five-forint bills in it. ; I choose a colt from the stud. ; And you, merchant, give me the bill for it. Read More Arrow