The condemned sister

1. László Fehér stole a horse, ; From under the black mound, ; His whip snapped, ; It penetrated the city of Gönc. ; ; 2. The city of Gönc is all over it, ; László Fehér is captured, ; László Fehér is a famous warrior, ; You have a father, you have a mother. ; ; 3. I have no father, I have no mother, ; I have a neat little sister, ; She lives up in the white castle, ; In such a beautiful, shiny palace. ; ; 4. Anna Fehér heard, ; That her brother was captured, ; – Harness my six horses, coachman, ; Put the gold beside it. ; ; 5. Put the gold beside it, ; My thaler in a bag, ; Let us not stand there yet, ; To the court of Miklós Török. ; ; 6. – Miklós Török, jailer, ; May the angel of the Lord bless you, ; Free my brother, ; I have weighed my gold in a bowl. ; ; 7. I have weighed my gold in a bowl, ; My thaler in a vat, ; Free my brother, ; I have weighed my gold in a bowl. ; ; 8. – I do not need your gold, ; Nor your thaler measured in a vat, ; Spend the night with me, ; Your brother will be freed. ; ; 9. Anna Fehér did not say anything to this, ; She ran all the way down the corridor, ; From corridor to corridor, ; Thus she goes to the prison door. ; ; 10. – László Fehér, my sweet brother, ; Are you asleep or are you dead? ; – I neither live nor die, ; I always think about you. ; ; 11. The jailer said, ; Let me sleep with him at night, ; Let me sleep with him at night, ; My brother will be freed. ; ; 12. – Don’t sleep with him, the bastard, ; With the one who is to be hanged, ; He will take your virginity away, ; He will lose your brother’s head. ; ; 13. Anna Fehér couldn’t stand it, ; She slept with him at night. ; Anna Fehér heard a ringing in the yard at night. ; ; 14. – Miklós Török, jailer, ; What is that ringing outside in the yard? ; – My horse is being taken to water, ; A bridle is ringing in his mouth. ; ; 15. Anna Fehér didn’t say anything to that, ; He ran all the way down the corridor, ; From corridor to corridor, ; This is how he goes to the prison door. ; ; 16. – László Fehér, my sweet brother, ; Are you asleep or have you already died? ; – Don't look for your brother here, ; Into a green forest, into a flat field, – to the tune of line 3 ; To the top of the gallows. ; ; 17. – Miklós Török, jailer, ; Let the angel of the Lord strike again, ; Thirteen rows of pharmacies ; May your number be empty. ; ;