The Shameful Girl (My Daughter, My Sweet Daughter)

My daughter, my dear daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; What will the ; Kerëkallyú skirt be? ; ; Short in front, ; Long in back, ; Short in front, ; Long in back. ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; The tailor cut it like this ; The seamstress sewed it like this. ; ; Come on, you dog tailor, ; Why did you cut it bad, ; – I didn’t cut it bad, ; The seamstress sewed it bad. ; ; – My daughter, my dear daughter, ; Katalin Sár-Fodor, ; Let me ask you a second time ; I want a skirt. ; ; Short in front, ; Long in back; Short in front, ; Long in back. ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Sár-Fodor Péterné, ; I will neither tolerate nor deny, ; Dare I confess. ; ; – My seven-month burden ; From János Gyöngyvári, ; From János Gyöngyvári, ; From my loving wife. ; ; – Come, you dog, ; I will take you, ; I will take you, ; I will take you, ; I will shut you up. ; ; – I will not eat for nine days, ; I will not drink, ; On the eleventh day I will be there myself, ; I will be there myself, *) ; For your death. ; ; – My God, my God, ; Send your angel, ; Send your angel, ; In the bird's nest, ; Let me write a letter *) ; To János Gyöngyvári. ; ; To János Gyöngyvári, ; My dear lover, ; My dear lover, ; To my loving wife. ; ; – If you write this at dinner, ; Put it on her plate, ; If you find her lying down, ; Put it on her pillow. ; ; – At dinner he found her, ; He put it on her table, ; János read this ; With great tears in his eyes. ; ; – My servants, my servants, ; My faithful, dear servants, ; Shut up immediately, ; My oat-striped horses. ; ; – My six oat-striped horses, ; If a dog eats them, ; I will find them alive, ; Katalin Sár-Fodor. ; ; My dear mother I heard this song and I will not sing it any further. She told us that when the groom, János Gyöngyvári, saw that the girl was buried in front of him, he “took a pistol and shot himself in the head”. And then they were buried one on one side of the church, the other on the other side. Rosewood grew from them and they flowed together. Their mother went there and heard a voice saying: ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; To Péter Sár-Fodor, ; I do not want her in my life, ; Leave me for dead, my friend.