Nine gypsies play the violin in front of the Martosi tavern

1. Nine gypsies are playing the violin in front of the Martos inn, ; Árpád Feszti is there, oh, he is very happy. ; He sent the young men and the old men to dance in joy, ; He made them sing with songs, he filled his heart with them. ; ; 2. Pull it, you gypsies, for the young men and the old men of Martos, ; For the young men, the old men, the old women. ; Pull it, you gypsies, pull it, but bitterly, ; Our great lord Árpád Feszti has no equal on earth. ; ; 3. The great lord Árpád Feszti will remain in memory, in memory, ; His young and old will remember him. ; For his many good deeds, he can never be forgotten, ; May the good God bless our great lord Árpád Feszti.