Someone is crying at a small well in the rocks

1. Someone is crying at the little well in the cobblestones, ; Maybe my rose is looking for her oxen, ; Don't look for her, my dove, because she is locked up, ; The bell on it rings at the judge in Gyula. ; ; 2. I knew the bell, I had it in my hand, ; I bought it at the Gyula fair for my ox, ; The price is one hundred forints, my rose is its owner, ; Her name is carved on it in golden letters.