Through the Gyalla station
Song
1. At the Gyalla station, ; Thirteen white doves fly over, ; Thirteen white doves, white swans, swans, not a pair, ; Don't follow me, brown boy, now. ; ; 2. Cowardly boy, who has no lover, ; He doesn't even have a handkerchief sewn on, ; I'll sew my rose into lace, into roses, ; Whoever sees me, his heart aches for it.