It's raining, there's mud in the small gate

1. It is raining, there is mud in the little gate’, ; The smuggler’s tracks are still visible, ; Eriggy, my baby, sweep away the horse’s tracks, ; I spent the price on you anyway. ; ; 2. I am alone in the wilderness, ; Only the black thrush whistles for me, ; The black thrush is my priest, my chanter, ; That is still my beautiful shining star. ; ; 3. But I have walked through many dense round forests, ; Until I found a ragged stable, ; I could not find a suitable stallion, ; I stole the county’s six horses. ; I stole the county’s six horses, – to the tune of line 3; The whole of Hungary is looking for me. – to the tune of line 4; ; &nbsp,