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What happened at the former county border?

Song

What happened in the former county border, ; With the daughter of Ferenc Bíró named Margit, ; With the daughter of Ferenc Bíró named Margit, ; Whose beauty is unmatched. ; ; Margitka was tempted by many young men, ; But Imre Kis encouraged her even more. ; Don't be afraid, Margit, my love, I love you, ; I will marry you in the fall. ; ; But Imre had another girl in mind, ; He sent a message to the Cseri family. ; That he would go there in the evening, ; To marry Zsuzsi's daughter. ; ; He did go there one Saturday evening, ; Zsuzsi Cserép was already lurking at the gate. ; He gave her a few kind words and a hot kiss, ; He made room for his baby at the table. ; ; Go, my daughter, to the priest's front, ; Write your names in the book. ; Because if Judge Margit finds out about this, ; My daughter Zsuzsi will curse her forever. ; ; The clock struck one after midnight, ; Judge Margit set off for the little well. ; She heard such sad news at the little well, ; She could barely walk home. ; ; She could hardly wait to put down her can, ; She set off for Little Imre's house. ; She doesn't even reach the door, she knocks, ; Imre, please, come out at my word. ; ; Little Imre did come out to the gate, ; Judge Margit greeted him with these words: ; Is it true, Imre, that you got married, ; Have you brought such great sorrow to my heart? ; (To the second half of the melody) ; It is true indeed, Judge Margit, love someone else. ; We have loved each other for quite some time now. ; ; Imre, please give me your hand, ; Let me say long married life. ; For three years and thirty-six months, ; Press, my baby, the mournful bottom of your bed. ; ; Use the medicine of nine doctors, ; Don't find your resting place anywhere. ; Neither heaven nor earth take me into your stomach, ; Throw me out on the left side of your grave. ; ; The clock struck two after midnight, ; Judge Margit set out on the great journey. ; If you greeted her, she didn't even accept it, ; She went home and hanged herself. ; ; Girls, girls, learn from me, ; Don't keep a lover from a true heart. ; See, I loved this one from a true heart, ; Love took me to the grave so early.

Inventory number:

9658

Collection:

Repository

Genre:

Adult folk songs Ballad

Type:

Song

Municipality:

Gúta