When Mátyás Kiskún goes out into the wilderness

When Mátyás Kiskún goes out into the steppe, ; He stood up to László Kökény's yoke. ; László my yoke, the yoke must be taken off, ; It has struck eleven o'clock in the afternoon. ; ; László Kökény curses himself, ; Get out of here, I'll drive the pitchfork into you. ; László Kökény, you don't dare do that, ; Because I won't send you to furrow anymore. ; ; László Kökény looks sadly at the ground, ; He calls the Tűkör ox forward. ; He twirls that perge's moustache, ; He splits the furrow between the six oxen. ; ; Mr. Galgóci wrote in the letter, ; The wage for Galamb's ox will be one hundred forints. ; The furrow costs a lot of money, ; Galgóci should have something to look at.