They are ringing the bells to the south

1. The bell rings at noon, ; Half past eleven. ; The Commissioner says, ; Let me stand up on the chair. ; ; 2. I stood up on the chair, ; They looked at the sky. ; Oh, my God, my many robberies, ; Now they come to mind. ; ; 3. The innkeeper hears, ; Do you have any red wine? ; I would offer the county, ; If it didn't catch on. ; ; 4. The county is a rascal, ; He didn't drink any of it. ; But poor Imre Bogár ; Now he's in her hands.