They killed a young man.

They killed a young man ; For his two hundred forints. ; They threw him into the Tisza, ; For the little pejlova. ; ; Tisza did not take him in, ; He put him on the shore. ; A young sailor came there, ; He put him on his ship. ; ; His father came, ; Kelti, but he does not hear him. ; Sweet, dear, dear son, ; Come home, I beg you. ; ; I cannot go home, ; Because I am dead. ; My beautiful, golden curly hair ; It is folded over my shoulders. ; ; His mother comes, ; Kelti, but she does not hear her either. ; Sweet, dear, dear son, ; Come home, I beg you. ; ; I cannot go home, ; Because I am dead. ; My beautiful, golden curly hair ; It is folded over my shoulders. ; ; His partner comes, ; Kelti, he already hears her. ; My sweet, dear, precious baby, ; Come home with me. ; ; I'm going home, home, ; Have a coffin made. ; You made a snow-white coffin out of marble. ; ; Bury me, ; In your little rose garden. ; I'll bury you, bury you, ; At the foot of a lily.