My mother cursed me.

1. My sweet mother cursed me, ; That I should not be her country, nor her homeland, ; Let my lodging be a rosebush, ; May my stay there be long. ; ; 2. There are no young men in Hidegkút except three, ; They all fell ill in the summer, ; Two of them are cured by the Viennese doctor, ; The third is covered with black mourning. ; ; 3. I was still ten years old then, ; When I was already a horse thief, ; I stole the six horses of the castle county, ; The whole of Hungary is looking for me. ; ; 4. – My sweet son, what are you going to confess, ; Nine gendarmes will interrogate you. ; – My mother, let me just say something, ; No, my mother, I will not undertake anything. ; For my rose is struggling beside me, – to the melody of line 3; That I rested in her arms at night. – to the melody of line 4; ;