They tied a wreath for me III

1. They tied a wreath for me, ; Its branches and branches fell on my shoulders. ; Its leaves fall on my apron, ; Gather them to me on Saturday evening. ; ; 2. My rosemary has this habit, ; Its branches grow green in winter and summer. ; If they cut them off, they turn into a wreath, ; My heart yearns for you. ; ; 3. Captain Fehérváry, captain, ; He cut me thirty-three times, he cut me. ; Cut me, my sweet corporal, my corporal, ; For the sake of my love, I will gladly stand!