My daughter, my daughter, my daughter

My daughter, my daughter, my daughter, ; I already know that well, ; The front of your skirt ; Is shorter than the back. ; ; I know, my mother, I know, ; It is cut to fit, ; The tailor did not cut it well, ; The seamstress did not sew it well. ; ; The tailor also cut it well, ; The seamstress also sewed it well, ; To the tailor of Gyöngyvári; I gave it two kisses. ; ; Devils, devils, ; Hurry up quickly, ; Hide away from here, ; This evil spirit! ; My mother, my mother, ; Wait another half hour, ; Let me write a letter ; To the tailor of Gyöngyvári. ; ; The big boy over there, ; Is reading his letter, ; With his thick tears ; He throws away his letter. ; ; My coachman, my coachman, ; Shut up the six horses, ; Shut up the six horses, ; That too the best. ; ; Good day, good day, ; My unknown mother, ; Where is my beloved, ; My Boris of Gyöngyvári? ; ; He went out into the forest ; To pick blue violets, ; For the Gyöngyvári urfi ; To pin to his heart. ; ; The big boy goes out, ; Into the depths of the forest, ; Let him not see the lion, ; Into the thicket of the forest. ; ; He is not there, he is not there, ; My unknown mother, ; Where is my beloved, ; My Boris of Gyöngyvári? ; ; I cannot bear it, I deny it, ; I must confess it, ; He lies in a room, ; In his mourning coffin. ; ; The big boy goes in ; He stabs a knife into his heart, ; His blood flows, ; Like the water of a stream. ; ; My blood with your blood, ; Flow in one stream, ; My body with your body ; May it rest in one grave. ; ; Let them bury me ; In the middle of the temple, ; And my beloved ; In front of the altar.