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It's not cold, but the lake is frozen.

Song

1. It's not cold, but the lake is frozen; I could drink my little horse's pale. ; Come, my rose, cut the juice, round! ; Let my little horse drink enough. ; ; 2. My little horse is only used to ; He runs more hungry than full. ; Yet he stops at every pub door, ; Even his master goes in for a glass of wine.

Inventory number:

10837

Collection:

Repository

Type:

Song

Municipality:

Martos