To the top and base of the fir tree

1. At the top of the fir tree, at the base, ; The little girl cries in the lap of her old mother. but ; Don't cry, my daughter, your lover is a five-star hussar, ; You are still weak, you can wait three years. ; ; 2. When the chief physician visits me, ; My mother is weeping in the hallway. ; but Don't cry, my mother, go home, raise someone else, ; That would be good for you to be a soldier, but you'll see! ; ; 3. When the chief physician visits me, ; My little angel is weeping in the hallway. ; Don't cry, my baby, the Hungarian recruit is handsome, ; The national armband suits him!