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Someone is crying over there on the shore of the lake
Song
1. There, on the shore of the lake, someone is crying, ; Maybe my rose is looking for her oxen, ; Don't look, don't look, because she is locked up, ; The bell on it rings at Judge Hetényi. ; ; 2. I know the bell, I had it in my hand, ; I bought it at the Gyula fair for my ox, ; Its price is a hundred forints, my rose is its owner, ; Her name is carved on it in a golden font.