The Murdered Spinner (Evening, Evening)

It is evening, it is evening, the clock strikes eight, ; All the girls are getting ready for the spinning mill. ; Poor Marcsó Szűcs also set off on his train, ; If the starry sky had not been overcast. ; ; It was overcast, overcast, it was getting dark, ; Then my heart was bitter. ; I have cried my heart out, I will cry no more, ; I will not step into your spinning mills, I will not step into them anymore. ; ; You girls of Vicsápi, I will set an example for you, ; If you went to the spinning mill, you did not bring a bundle. ; Because if you brought a bundle, you will do the same, ; At eight o'clock in the evening your words will stop. ; ; The mournful coffin of poor Marcsó Szűcs, ; Will be laid to rest on the Vicsápi hill. ; They pull the earth over her, over her coffin, ; So that every brown girl, take care of herself. ; ; My body with your body, may it rest in a grave, ; My blood with your blood, may it flow into a stream. ; My body with your body, may it rest in a grave, ; My soul with your soul, may it serve a lord.