The whole world calls me a wanderer

1. The whole world calls me a vagabond, ; hey, dë Yet the lily of the valley does not wither on my hat! ; Hello, dog world, keep your mouth shut about me, ; I am going to be a soldier, someone else will hold my baby. ; ; 2. They look for my marriage certificate, but they cannot find it, ; Neither the judge nor the clerk can find my name. ; Then Jóska Ferenc will find it first, ; Who will take me to battle, I will come home wounded.