The Sister of the Death Sentenced (László Fehír, the Horse Thief)

Fehír László stole a horse; Under the black mountains, ; His whip snapped, ; Seven counties heard it, ; Seven counties are lieutenants, *) ; My lieutenant is corporal. ; ; They threw him into the dungeon, ; In the middle of the dungeon, ; In the middle of the dungeon, ; There too, in the darkest place. ; ; And Anna Fehír went ; To the dungeon window: ; – My brother, my brother, ; Fehír László, Who was the judge here just now? ; ; – My brother, my sister, Anna Fehír, ; Miklós Horvát is the judge here. ; And Anna Fehír went ; To Miklós Horvát's court. ; ; – Judge, judge, Miklós Horvát, ; Free László Fehír, ; Free László Fehír, ; Because he is my uncle. ; ; I will give you a bowl of gold, ; A bowl of gold, a bowl of silver, ; A bowl of gold, a bowl of silver, ; But let my brother out. ; ; – Anna, Anna Fehír Anna, ; I don’t need your bowl of gold, ; A bowl of gold, a bowl of silver, ; Let me sleep with you, my dear. ; ; And Anna Fehír went ; To the window of the prison: ; – My brother, my brother, László Fehír, ; What does the judge say here now. ; ; He doesn’t need my bowl of gold, ; A bowl of gold, a bowl of silver, ; Let me sleep with you, my dear, ; Let my brother out. ; ; – My sister, Anna Fehír, ; I will not sleep with you, ; You will take your virginity, ; You will have your brother's head shot off. ; ; Anna Fehír did not listen, ; She only slept with you, ; As they lay in bed, ; A commotion broke out in the yard. ; ; – Judge, judge, Miklós Horvát, ; What is rattling in your yard? ; – A horse is being led to water, ; A bridle jingles in its mouth. ; ; Anna Fehír could hardly wait, ; For the red dawn to break, ; She ran to the prison window, ; But her brother was not there already. ; ; – Judge, judge, Miklós Horvát, ; Where did you put László Fehír, ; Where did you put László Fehír, ; For my uncle is old. ; ; – Anna, Anna, Anna Fehír, ; Don't look for your brother here, ; In a green forest, in a flat field, ; On the top of the gallows. ; ; – Judge, judge, Miklós Horvát, ; I will not curse you with great curses, ; I will not curse you with great curses, ; I will also curse you with great curses. ; ; May your wine and wheat not bear fruit, ; May your vines dry up, ; May water flow before you, ; May the bridge break under you. ; May your wash water turn to blood, *) ; May your towel catch fire, ; ; May it catch fire, throw it big, ; And may your hearth burn even more. ; And may the stone of the mill still strike, ; As the millstone does the wheat. ; ; *) for the second half of the melody