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The colonial table

Song

1. The colonial table, ; It is surrounded by chairs, ; A letter in the middle ; With a black seal. ; ; 2. Alas, alas, my mother, ; They are asking me to marry. ; Don't go, my sweet daughter, ; My dear lily of the valley. ; ; 3. When you go to faith, ; Let the cold break out. ; At the first supper ; Let your soul go out. ; ; 4. Now has begun ; The beautiful, great supper. ; Now has begun ; The beautiful, great supper. ; ; 5. First cries out ; The younger groom: ; Alas, alas, my mother, ; The bride is weary. ; ; 6. Second cries out ; The second groom: ; Alas, alas, my mother, ; The bride is sick. ; ; 7. The third time he cries out; The groom himself: ; Alas, alas, my mother, ; The bride is dead. ; ; 8. Take, coachmen, ; In your mournful carriages. ; Go for his mother ; To the city of Balazs. ; ; 9. But do not tell him, ; That his daughter is dead. ; Let him come to his funeral, ; Not to his funeral.

Inventory number:

10551

Collection:

Repository

Genre:

Adult folk songs Ballad

Type:

Song

Municipality:

Nagycsalomja