The condemned sister

1. László Fehér stole a horse, ; From the bottom of the black mound, ; He charged at his four horses, ; He heard about Gönc's castle. ; ; 2. From Gönc's castle to Gönc's castle, ; To Miklós Török's court, ; Miklós Török heard, ; He arrested László Fehér. ; ; 3. László Fehér was captured, ; They locked him in a dark dungeon, ; The captain asks, ; Do you have a father, do you have a mother. ; ; 4. I have no father, no mother, ; I only have a dear little sister, ; Her name is Anna Fehér, ; She lives outside on the white hill. ; ; 5. Anna Fehér heard, ; That her brother was arrested, ; She ran out into the corridor, ; From the corridor to the courtyard. ; ; 6. – Harness my horse, coachman, ; Load up all my gold, ; We will ride to Gönc Castle, ; To the courtyard of Miklós Török. ; ; 7. – Miklós Török, my lord judge, ; I have brought a jug of gold, ; I will give you a jug of gold, ; Free my brother. ; ; 8. – I do not need your treasure, nor your gold, ; Only one night of gratitude, ; Sleep with me one night, ; Your brother will be freed. ; ; 9. At Anna Fehér’s word, ; She runs out to the corridor, ; From the corridor to the corridor, ; To the door of the triple prison. ; ; 10. – László Fehér, my sweet brother, ; Are you still sleeping or are you dead? ; – I neither sleep nor rest, ; I always think about you. ; ; 11. – László Fehér, my sweet brother, ; The judge said, ; I will sleep with him tonight, ; My brother will be set free. ; ; 12. – Don’t sleep with him, the bastard, ; The one who is on the gallows, ; He will take your virginity, ; He will have your brother’s head shot off. ; ; 13. Anna Fehér doesn’t mind this, ; She ran to her kitchen, ; From her kitchen to her room, ; Straight to her bed. ; ; 14. She wakes up around midnight, ; What’s the noise in the yard? ; Your horse is being taken to drink, ; Bit jingles in his mouth. ; ; 15. Anna Fehér the next day, ; Goes to the prison door, ; – László Fehér, my sweet brother, ; You are already freed. ; ; 16. The other prisoners called out, ; – Look for your brother here, ; In a green forest, a flat field, ; On the top of the gallows. ; ; 17. – Cursing is not my habit, ; May your wash water turn to blood, ; May your wash water turn to blood, ; May your towel catch fire. ; ; 18. Thirteen cartloads of straw ; May it rot in your bed, ; Judge Miklós Török, ; Anna Fehér cursed herself. ; ;