The front of our house

1. The front, the front of our house, ; It is whitewashed yellow, whitewashed. ; Just then the bright moonbeam shone on it, ; When I said, good night, baby. ; ; 2. This little girl sewed slippers, ; She put love in the heel. ; Love fell out of the heel of the slippers, ; Alas, but I fell far from my baby. ; ; 3. What was this little girl thinking, ; The steamer came, she lay down under it. ; The steamer whistled once or twice, ; Get up, little girl, because you will die under it. ; ; 4. I will not get up, this is my death, ; Because my partner has left me. ; If he has left me, death will wait for me, ; At the gate of Nagymácséd cemetery.