The judge's horse died.
Song
1. The judge's horse is dead, ; The judge himself will flay it. ; Alé dudálé, ; R. My rose, do you love me? No! Yet she goes to you. ; ; 2. Her skin will be good for fur, ; For that famous son. ; R. My rose, do you love me? No! Yet she goes to you. ; ; 3. Her tail will be good for a fan, ; For the judge's wife. ; R. My rose, do you love me? No! Yet she goes to you. ; ; 4. If you don't love me, I won't love you either, ; May hell eat you. ; R. My rose, do you love me? No! Yet she goes to you.