They killed a young man.

They killed a young man, ; For his sixty forints, ; They threw him into the Tisza, ; For Pej's horse. ; ; The Tisza did not take him in, ; He threw him on the shore. ; A young boatman went there, ; He put him in his boat. ; ; His father went there, ; He cries, but he does not hear him. ; Get up, get up, my sweet son, ; Come home with me. ; ; I cannot go home, ; Because I am dead. ; My beautiful black curly hair, ; It is frozen to my shoulders. ; ; His rose went there, ; He cries, he can hear it already. ; Get up, get up, my sweet rose, ; Fall on my neck. ; ; Will you make me ; Some coffin? ; You made me, my sweet rose, ; A marble coffin. ; ; Will you bury me ; In the cemetery? ; I will bury you, my sweet rose, ; In my flower garden. ; ; Will you mourn me ; In front of your father, your mother? ; I will mourn you, my sweet rose, ; In front of the whole world.