In the year eighteen hundred and forty-seven

1. In the year eighteen hundred and seventy-four, ; What happened at the base of the wheat heap. ; Julcsa Szabó stepped onto the heap, ; He fell straight into the drum. ; ; 2. When the reaper saw this, ; – Mr. Machinist, stop the machine, ; But the machinist doesn’t want to hear it, ; His machine doesn’t want to stop. ; ; 3. Julcsa Szabó was put on the cart, ; Straight into the hands of the chief physician. ; The chief physician turns aside, says: ; – The good Lord is the doctor for this. ; ; 4. – Open your green-painted gate, my mother, ; Here they bring your broken daughter. ; Her red blood flows like a stream, ; His mother's heart almost bursts.