Pista Csányi at the age of twenty

1. Csányi Pista was still twenty years old, ; He stole a horse, to the Hortobágy puszta. ; The horse's legs, all six were iron. ; That's what they knew Csányi Pista was a bad guy. ; ; 2. It's raining, oh but it's pouring beautifully, ; Csányi Pista is bitter in the inn. ; Csaplárosné should bring wine to the table, ; Show off your most beautiful daughter as a street vendor. ; ; 3. My mother, I won't be a street vendor anymore, ; The Bakony gendarmes would come there. ; They would put irons on my legs and hands, ; They would escort me to the prison in Ilava. ; ; 4. Csányi Pista didn't take this as a joke, ; He jumped onto the back of his brown horse. ; His horse's leg stumbled over a root, ; They arrested Csányi Pista for his inheritance. ; ; 5. Csanyi Pista is being escorted, shod, ; He asks where the shiny stallion is? ; The gendarmerie captain replies, ; Csányi Pista, you're not sitting on a stallion anymore ; ; 6. I'm sending a message to my wife, ; She should take care of her two children. ; She shouldn't give him to a colt or a groom, ; Always teach him to be a good horseman.