There is a tall poplar tree in front of the barracks.

1. In front of the barracks there is a tall poplar tree, ; Beneath it blooms a yellow milk rose, ; It has a bud, but no leaves, ; Get married yet, my baby, may God strike yet. ; ; Now then, the men would say: ; ; 2. I will not marry yet, because I am a soldier, ; Because the republic drafted me, ; If the republic had not drafted me, ; Even in the fall, my baby, I would have become your partner. ; ; 3. If you have grown tired of love, my baby, ; Have a coffin made, with a yellow lid, ; Write on my headstone: here lies an orphan, ; Whose death was caused by my love.