The old man is a husband (The old man is gone)

|: The wine-maker went, went, :| ; |: To his son's house. :| ; ; |: He told, he told his son, :| ; |: He took it closer to himself. :| ; ; |: Ilona Szíp went, went, :| ; |: With copper jugs to the drinking fountain. :| ; ; |: The wine-maker followed, :| ; |: Give me water, Ilona Szíp. :| ; ; |: He holds out, holds out the copper jug, :| ; |: He holds out his white arm closer. :| ; ; |: – You are beautiful, Ilona Szíp, :| ; |: Like a rose that has blossomed in a small garden. :| ; ; |: – You are beautiful, you wine-maker, :| ; |: Like a rotten pear in the forest. :| ; ; |: When the wind blows, it sways, :| ; |: The rain washes it away. :| ; ; |: It carries, it carries it through the mountains and valleys, :| ; |: Through the mountains and valleys, through the thorn bushes. :| ; ; |: Stop, stop, you old man, :| ; |: A thorn caught my foot. :| ; ; |: Let's stop, Szíp Ilona, :| ; |: Let's stop, by the ash tree. :| ; ; |: There are nine castles for me, :| ; |: I'll lock you in the tenth. :| ; ; |: Gone, gone Szíp Ilona, :| ; |: To play among the lindens. :| ; ; |: – Come home Szíp Ilona, :| ; |: Because I didn't marry you for that. :| ; ; |: But I married you for that, :| ; |: It's a dirty head to search. :| ; ; |: It's a dirty head to search, :| ; |: It's a itchy back to scratch. :|