The judge in Vajka received a letter
Song
The judge of Vajka received a letter, ; Enlist all the young men. ; But many a brown girl's eyes are filled with tears, ; That her lover will be taken far away. ; ; You, Vajka girls, God be with you, ; I will not speak to you any more. ; Let a red rose bloom on your breasts, ; Let a brown young man sit on your lap. ; ; I dare not walk through the village of Vajka, ; Because the girls wear black mourning. ; Black mourning, white is my handkerchief, ; A brown girl is my true lover. ; I thought I was not worth a soldier ; ; The cemetery ditch is full of water, ; My heart is full of bitterness. ; God is good, who floods the water, no, washes away the sorrow from my sad heart.