Walk, blow the bird dance

Go, blow the bird dance, ; the little dog bit two into the room. ; I drink one, the other for brandy, ; if you were good lads, you would drink that too, ; A little duck is bathing in a black lake. ; A beautiful Polish woman, a bride, ; I am calling you, a lilac, to the dance, ; I cannot go, little angel, because my horse is lame. ; My horse is lame, my stallion is fattening in the field, ; My beautiful woman, my lover, lives in Borsmegye. ; Her shoes are rich, her heels are violins; Her headdress is rich, it splits the sky. ; I will do it, I will get married, ; My wife is working, and I am sleeping.