I caught a mosquito.

1. I caught a mosquito, ; It was bigger than a horse, ; I beat its fat, ; It was more than a donkey. ; Whoever believes that, ; More stupid than a horse, ; Whoever believes that, ; More stupid than a horse, ; ; 2. They still say that dancing is not appropriate for a Hungarian. ; Not if they sew shoes for him, ; Loose trousers. ; But for spurred boots, ; For a head with egret feathers, ; It suits a pearly party, ; For a Hungarian cap. ; ; 3. My shirt is Polish linen, ; But it has no fringe. ; My boots are crimson, ; Only because they have no soles. ; The boots were sewn for that, ; So that we can dance in them. ; Even if they are ragged and stained, ; Dancing is appropriate in them. ; ; 4. I caught a mosquito, ; It was bigger than a horse. ; I roasted its fat, ; It was more than a donkey. ; Sew my boots, Varga, ; I will give you the price. ; If I don't give it, I will give you ; The fat of my mosquito. ; ; Text variant found in Dr. Ernő Barsi: "In the city of Győr...": ; From Endre Pintér's collection, around 1840 (MTA Manuscript) ; ; They say that dancing is not suitable for Hungarians, ; Not if they sew shoes or big boots for them. ; But for a sharp spur, a head with egret feathers, ; It is suitable for a Hungarian party, a pretty headdress. ; ; The German dance with its sweet hip-hop jump, ; English and Frenchmen alike have a pleasant, brisk gait. ; But the Hungarian verbunk has no equal in the world, ; Especially when he has his arm around his lady who is leaning against him. ; ; They also say: Hungarians in a larger company ; They do not dance, and the Hungarian foot does not stand on it. ; Just look, the Danube Csallóköz is a Hungarian, as he walks, ; In fact, he can hardly wait for a Hungarian to be drawn. ; ; He slowly begins his Hungarian dance with his daughter, ; The gypsy speeds it up with the drumming of the cimbalom. ; At this, his sinews, legs, and heart are on fire for him, ; Like his dance, his lady is also refreshed to the point. ; ; The German admires our beautiful dance with his mouth open, ; Saint David also harps on this forever. ; While he walks the old dance of the nation's ancestors, ; God bless our sweet homeland until then.