The lamb and the shepherd boy

1. The young lady's flock is grazing beautifully, ; The young lady herself is walking after her, ; From afar she calls out to the shepherd, ; My heart, shepherd, spread your sheep. ; ; 2. I cannot spread my sheep, ; Here is forbidden, they will drive my flock in, ; Don't even think about that, my heart, shepherd, ; My sweet mother will throw it out, if I say so. ; ; 3. – My daughter, my daughter, they will call me my daughter, ; if I give you away as a shepherd, ; – What do I regret, my sweet mother, refuse, ; My heart hurts, the shepherd's sheep will split open. ; ; 4. A baron's daughter is not fit for a shepherdess, ; A slung skirt is not fit for the dew, ; For the shepherd walks in the dew at night, ; And walks after his flock by day. ; ; 5. At the end of Szendrő they carved that tree, ; On which the shepherd boy is hung, ; Let the wind blow his fine shirt, his fine trousers, ; He will no longer embrace the beautiful baron's daughter. ; ;