László Fehér stole a horse

1. László Fehér stole a horse, ; Under the black mound, ; His whip cracked loudly, ; It was heard in the city of Gönc. ; ; 2. It was heard in the city of Gönc, ; In the court of Károly Török, ; On it, on it the city of Gönc, ; László Fehér is captured. ; ; 3. Anna Fehér heard, ; That her brother is captured, ; – Coachman, hold my horse, ; Put on my treasure gold. ; Put on my treasure gold,   - to the melody of line 3 ; Let's free my brother.            - to the melody of line 4 ; ; 4. – My lord judge, Károly Török, ; I have brought my treasure gold, ; I have brought my treasure gold, ; Free my brother. ; ; 5. You don't need treasure or gold, ; Just your nightly gratitude, ; Sleep with me one night, ; Your brother will be freed. ; ; 6. Anna Fehér didn't listen, ; She ran down the corridor, ; From corridor to corridor, ; She runs to the prison door. ; ; 7. László Fehér, my dear brother, ; Are you sleeping or are you dead? ; – I don't sleep, I don't rest, ; I only think about you. ; ; 8. – László Fehér, my dear brother, ; Török Károly said, ; Let me sleep with him one night, ; My brother will be freed. ; ; 9. – Don't sleep with the wicked, ; The one who is to be hanged, ; He will take your maidenhood from you, ; He will cut off your brother's head. ; ; 10. Anna Fehér didn't listen, ; She ran down the corridor, ; From corridor to corridor, ; To Károly Török's room. ; ; 11. At one o'clock after midnight, ; What's that ringing in the yard? ; – Your horse is being taken to drink, ; A bridle is jingling in his mouth. ; ; 12. Anna Fehér didn't listen, ; She ran down the corridor, ; From corridor to corridor, ; She's running to the other door. ; ; 13. – László Fehér, my dear brother ; Are you asleep or are you dead? ; The other prisoners say out, ; Don't look for your brother here. ; To a green forest, a flat field,   - to the melody of line 3 ; To the top of the gallows.             - to the melody of line 4 ; ; 14. Anna Fehér did not listen, ; She ran down the corridor, ; From corridor to corridor, ; To Török Károly's room. ; ; 15. Judge Török Károly, ; My curse is not my habit, ; May your wash water turn to blood, ; May your towel catch fire. ; ; 16. Thirteen stacks of straw, ; May they rot in your bed, ; Thirteen pharmacies, ; May they disappear from your account.