The crane flies high but cries loudly
Song
1. The crane flies high, but it cries out loud, ; From under its wings, from under its wings it drops curly feathers. ; Pick it up, pick it up, dear little angel, (a) put it on my spinning hat, ; If I go into the tavern, they will know me by that. ; ; 2. If I go in, oh if I go into the tavern of Martos, ; With my copper spear, with my copper spear I will cut the beam. ; Whoever dares, let him take it, whoever is a hussar, let him ring it, ; Even at night I will ping the tavern with young men's blood.