Hemp field on the banks of the Ipoly

1. A hemp field on the banks of the Ipoly, ; The hemp is still growing there, ; But if it turns yellow, ; It must be grown in abundance. ; ; 2. I have grown my hemp, ; My palm has cracked. ; I will soak it in the Ipoly, ; When it is soaked, I will wash it. ; ; 3. I have dried my hemp, ; Then I have forbidden it. ; I will also weave it tomorrow, ; I will tie it to the guzsaly. ; ; 4. My wheel is broken, ; Let me spin you, my hemp. ; When I have spun it, I will fold it down, ; I will roll it up nicely. ; ; 5. I will cast it on forty rods, ; I will wind it on my loom. ; Snap, my loom, snap, ; May my beautiful canvas multiply.