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Hey you, lady, lady
Song
1. Hey, you woman, woman, why are you dozing on the slats, ; Your mother was like that too, she didn't get a spinning wheel, ; She died in her sleep on the dry slats, ; She died in her sleep on the dry slats. ; ; 2. She ties nine sieves of hemp on her back, ; The slatsman hurries to the market, ; She sells the hemp, she has no pendel, ; She spends Gyócsot for herself, for the bottom of her pendel.