The Wittenburg barracks are on a hill.

1. The Wittenburg barracks are on a hill, ; Autumn roses bloom in the window frame, ; The leafy one leaned towards me, the branchy one, ; We must part, little angel, from each other. ; ; 2. Evening, evening, alas, but a loving evening, ; But I was with a loving girl that evening, ; The cherry tree leaf leaned towards me, ; I fell asleep in my baby's arms that evening. ; ; 3. The yellow oriole has yellow feathers, ; The judge of Martos has a good job, ; He loves the daylilies, the girls, ; But if possible, he will deceive them. ; ; 4. There is nothing sweeter than the apple of Heves, ; There is no prouder girl than the little girl of Martos, ; So proud, he can hardly step on the ground, ; He has yet to find a true lover. ; ; 5. There is nothing sweeter than the Hevesi melon, ; There is no woman more beautiful than the first lover, ; Her eyes are blue, her eyebrows are black, ; But her sweet mother raised her to please me.