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This sheep is a flock from the land of Göröm
Song
1. This sheep is a flock from the land of Göröm, ; It has been serving my shepherd for ten years, ; It roams the mountains and valleys, ; I do not hear the bell of my shepherd. ; ; 2. This sheep does not want to graze here, ; It rattles its copper cymbal angrily, ; It smells a foreign smell in the border, ; It looks back, six sandars are following it. ; ; 3. – Well, you shepherd, where is your native land, ; Where did your sweet mother raise you to be a beast? ; – Borsod, Apátfala j is my native land, ; There my sweet mother raised you to be a beast. ; ;