The Shameful Girl (My Geese My Geese)

My geese, my geese, ; My beautiful white geese, ; There are twelve of you, ; All of you are white, ; The thirteenth is ; A beautiful ash-colored goose. ; ; But the eagle took ; To the middle of the reeds, ; Its tiny bones ; Ants suck, ; Its beautiful red blood ; The black earth drinks. ; ; My daughter, my sweet daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; Your skirt is ; Short in front, ; Short in front, ; Long in back. ; ; Short in front, ; Long in back, ; Your beautiful slender waist ; It is getting fatter, ; Your beautiful slender waist ; It is getting fatter. ; ; – My mother, my mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; The tailor did not cut it well, ; Varó didn't sew it well, ; Szabó didn't sew it well, ; Varó didn't sew it well. ; ; My daughter, my sweet daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; Szabó sewed it well, ; Varó sewed it well. ; May God strike me, ; Who spoiled it. ; ; – My mother, my mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; I won't twist it, ; I have a six-month burden ; From János Gyöngyvári, ; That's why I'm getting fat. ; ; – Take it, take it ; This famous lady, ; For thirteen days, ; She'll drink it, she'll eat it, ; For thirteen days; Don't give it to her. ; ; For the thirteenth day; Then I'll go too ; To visit her, ; For her death, ; To visit her, ; For her death. ; ; – My God, my God, ; Send your angel, ; Let me write a letter ; To János Gyöngyvári, ; Let me write a letter ; To János Gyöngyvári. ; ; If you find him lying down, ; Put him on his pillow, ; You will find him at lunch, ; Put him on his table, ; You will find him at lunch, ; Put him on his table. ; ; He found him at lunch, ; He put him on his table. ; He began to read, ; His tears were like corpses, ; He began to read, ; His tears were like corpses. ; ; – My servants, my servants, ; My brave soldiers, ; Turn on the road ; My light carriage, ; Turn on the road ; My light carriage. ; ; If dogs are eating ; My six oat-fed horses, ; I would only find ; Katalina Fodor alive, ; I would only find ; Katalina Fodor alive. ; ; – Even dogs ate ; My six oat-fed stallions, ; I found ; Katalina Fodor alive, ; I found ; Katalina Fodor alive. ; ; He got his big knife, ; He stabbed her through the heart. ; They buried one ; In front of the altar, ; They buried the other ; Behind the altar. ; ; Above their heads grew ; Two beautiful vines, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor ; She began to cry, ; She began to cry, ; Her tears were like corpses. ; ; – My mother, my mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; I did not spend my life, ; I should not even cry to my dead body. ; I did not spend my life, ; I won't even touch my dead body.