Oh, my God, oh, my God

1. Father, father, Dear Zsuzsanna. ; Mother of my love, Gentle violet ; ; 2. At once, all the girls, They set off, ; Into the flowery garden, They walk all the way. ; ; 3. One asks the other, ; Was there anyone you wanted to ask. ; ; 4. Father, father, dear Zsuzsanna, ; Mother of love, gentle violet. ; ; 5. At night we had twelve, ; Of these, then, to which breasts should I go. ; ; 6. Give my orphaned head advice, ; So that I don't pick weeds instead of flowers. ; ; 7. Father, father, dear Zsuzsanna, ; Mother of love, gentle violet.