They killed a young man.
Song
1. A young man was killed; For sixty forints,; They threw him into the Tisza; For Szilay's foal. ; ; 2. Tisza did not take him in, ; He put him on a feast. ; Then a fisherman came, ; He took him into his net. ; ; 3. Do not take me into your net, ; I am not dead yet, ; My beautiful linen shirt, my fringed trousers; Are frozen to ice. ; ; 4. Then the mother came, ; She did not throw it away, ; Her heeled boots; Are frozen to her feet. ; ; 5. Then her mother came, ; She threw it away: ; – Get up, my dear rose, ; Fall on my shoulder!