My daughter, my sweet daughter

1. - My daughter, my sweet daughter, ; What's the matter with you now? ; The front of your skirt ; It's shortened. ; ; 2. - The tailor didn't cut it well, ; The seamstress didn't sew it well, ; May God punish you, ; Who spoiled it. ; ; 3. - Executioners, executioners, ; Take my daughter, ; Under the great stone bridge, ; They executed her there. ; ; 4. - My mother, my mother, ; Just don't let her go yet, ; To the lord of Gyöngyvár, ; I'll write a letter. ; ; 5. - My coachman, my coachman, ; So take your horse, ; Take the letter, ; To the lord of Gyöngyvár. ; ; 6. - When you get there in the evening, ; Put it on her pillow, ; If you get there by noon, ; Put it on his plate. ; ; 7. - I got there by noon, ; I put it on his plate, ; The lord of Gyöngyvári, ; He tore it up. ; ; 8. - My coach, my coachman, ; Take my six horses, ; Borbála Angódi, ; Let me find him alive. ; ; 9. - Good evening, good evening, ; Unknown mother, ; Where is she and where is she, ; Borbála Angódi? ; ; 10.- She is there, she is there, ; In the water of a stream, ; She washes her feet, ; Wipes her face. ; ; 11. - She is not there, she is not there, ; Unknown mother, ; -Where is she and where is she, ; Borbála Angódi? ; ; 12. - The farmer went out, ; To pick lilies, ; To the lord of Gyöngyvári, ; To make love to her. ; ; 13. - She is not there, she is not there, ; Unknown mother, ; Where is she and where could she be, ; Borbála Angódi? ; ; 14. - What can I bear, I deny, ; If I must confess, ; She is in the room; In a mournful coffin. ; ; 15. The groom enters, ; He sees his bride, ; He takes out his knife, ; She stabbed herself to death. ; ; 16. - My body from your body, ; Let it rest in a grave, ; Let my blood from your blood, ; Wash a stream. ; ; 17. - Let us both be buried, ; To the front of the temple, ; Our little ones, ; To the front of the altar.