The shepherd boy drove out his young flock

1. A shepherd boy has driven his flock out; He spreads his sheepskin on the meadow, ; Come, my rose, lie down on my sheepskin, ; I will kiss your cheek three hundred times. ; ; 2. I will not sit down on your sheepskin now, ; Hurry to the Bakóház farm, ; Little brown girl, you have deceived my heart, ; Let the starry sky beat on your chest. ; ; 3. Little brown girl, why have you come to the farm? ; Here is the forbidden, they are bringing in my goulash, ; Now, my shepherd, don't think about it, ; Here is the purse, I will redeem it if I say so. ; ;