Oh, how muddy, oh, how bumpy this road is

1. Alas, how muddy, how rough is this road, ; On which the nine knights set out. ; Nine knights, nine weapons on their shoulders, ; They turned into the courtyard of the Pápainé. ; ; 2. – May the Pápainé give you a good evening. ; – May the Lord grant you luck, gentlemen knights. ; – May the Pápainé not wish you luck, ; Even at night the knife still runs through your heart. ; ; 3. – My copper daughter is an old woman in the cellar, ; Bring half a glass of wine to the golden cup, ; – The Pápainé does not deserve our wine, ; Only give me your life. ; ; 4. The Pápainé ran out of the little house, ; The starry great elf looked up, ; – Oh my God, protect my life, ; Free my soul from thieves! ; ; 5. The next day, Mr. Pápai's coachman, ; Opening every door, he found it open, ; – Oh my God, what can be the matter here, ; Opening every door, I find it open. ; ; 6. The Szolnok cemetery is now in mourning, ; They are taking Pápaine there to rest, ; They took him out with his two daughters, ; And with his wife, who was also drunk.