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Oh, how beautifully they ring the bells in Tárkány
Song
1. Oh, but they ring beautifully in Tárkány,
When I saddle my little horse.
Three bales of hay are loaded,
My little horse is still playing under it.
2. Don't sit on the horse, my sweet little angel,
The horse is playing, and you will fall off.
Someday, when I sit in the saddle
I will reach the starry sky in a hurry.
When I saddle my little horse.
Three bales of hay are loaded,
My little horse is still playing under it.
2. Don't sit on the horse, my sweet little angel,
The horse is playing, and you will fall off.
Someday, when I sit in the saddle
I will reach the starry sky in a hurry.