The suicidal abandoned lover (What happened to the village of Hont county)

What happened to the village of Hont County, ; Ferenc Bíró with his daughter named Margit, ; Ferenc Bíró, his daughter named Margit, ; China has no equal in the first decade. ; ; Margit kislán lured him many times, ; But Kis Imre encouraged him the most. ; – Don't be afraid Margit, my love, my love, ; Next fall, we will marry. ; ; But Imre had another little girl in mind, ; He sent a message to the Cserepes, ; That he would go to them one day, ; To marry Zsuzsi Cserép. ; ; He left, that Saturday evening, ; Zsuzsi Cserép was already lurking at the gate. ; He gave a few words and a few kisses, ; He greeted Kis Imre at the table. ; ; – Now my sons, go to the priest, ; Have your names written in the book. ; Because if Judge Margit knows this, ; She will curse my daughter forever. ; ; The clock struck one after midnight, ; Judge Margit set off for the little well. ; Oh, she heard sad news at the little well, ; She could hardly walk home on the road. ; ; She could hardly wait to pour her pitcher, ; Imre hurried to their house. ; He hadn’t even gone in, he just knocked on the gate: ; – You deceitful outlaw, come out for just a word. ; ; And Little Imre came out to the gate, ; Judge Margit said these words: ; – Is it true, Imre, that you have remarried? ; Have you brought such great sorrow to my heart? ; You have broken my heart, my soul, *) ; You buried me forever. ; ; – My dear rose, give me your hand, ; Let me wish you a happy life. ; For three years and thirty-six months, ; Press my baby on the bottom of your mournful bed. ; ; The clock struck two after midnight, ; Judge Margit set out on the great journey. ; She didn't even accept the greetings of the others, ; She went home and hanged herself. ; ; Girls, girls, learn from me, ; Don't keep a lover from a true heart. ; Behold, I loved Imre from a true heart, ; My lover took me to the grave for the last time. ; ; Girls, girls, dress me in white, ; Take me out to the cemetery. ; Don't tie a wreath on my grave, ; Only let the bell ring, a sad one.