A black carriage is coming from Komárom

A black carriage comes from Komárom, ; The chief judge of Komárom sits in it. ; He brings the mournful letter of the new recruits, ; It saddens the hearts of many little girls. ; ; The cemetery ditch is full of water, ; My heart is full of bitterness. ; God is good, who spreads the water far and wide, ; Washes away the sorrow from my sad heart. ; ; I thought I didn't need a soldier, ; I took care of my mother. ; But now I see, I didn't take care of the poor, ; I entrust him to the good God. ; ; My apron of ruffled roses all around, ; A cowardly young man, who has no lover. ; I had two or three too, but she has already left me, ; From now on, like a bird, I grieve.