The Great Plains are liberated

The lowland woodpecker has been set free, ; The yellow-legged thrush sings beautifully. ; But the eared owl sings even more beautifully, ; My baby is beautiful, how can I part with her. ; ; The ship is painted black, ; They are taking me to Budapest on it. ; The girls with black eyes are waiting there, ; And I just wink at them. ; ; This little girl was not born by her mother, ; She was born from the top of a cedar tree. ; The most beautiful branch of a cedar tree, ; She bends to the ground in her sadness. ; ; Because I am a poor young man, ; Don't think I am sick. ; This is how my mother gave birth to me, ; To the pain of a little brown girl's heart.