This sheep is a flock for Görömbé

1. This sheep belongs to Görömbé, ; My leader has been serving me for ten years, ; Listen, baccho, where does the copper bell sound, ; Your shepherd is wandering from week to week. ; ; 2. This sheep does not want to graze here, ; It rings its copper bell angrily, ; It smells a strange smell at the border, ; It looks back, six gendarmes are coming after it. ; ; 3. Straight before the angry shepherd, ; Six-shot revolver in his hand’, ; – Well, you beast, where is your native country? ; I will put your hands and feet in irons, but I will come’. ; ; 4. A hundred swindlers do not have enough power, ; To drive me away from my flock, ; Because I will not leave my flock here until then, ; Until I see my bacso number. ; ; 5. – But where is your native land, ; Where was your good mother born to a warrior? ; – Gömör county, Péterfala is my homeland, ; Here was my good jmother born to a warrior. ; ;