Uncle János, where are you going to Szénás?
Song
Where is Uncle János, Szénásra, ; May the devil hide in his village like a cloth. ; There they ate the crow instead of a chick, ; There they crushed the calf instead of a little girl. ; ; I would go to your place for the evening, ; If your room weren't so full of trash, ; My wrinkled boots would pick up the trash, ; They wouldn't blindfold me with your daughter.