Down there in Baranya County

Down there in Baranya County, ; The tulip opened in the furrow wind, ; One or two stems, three stems, ; You were a cheat, my rose, you cheated me. ; ; This little girl lives her life like this, ; While her mother is not home, she bakes the scones. ; Let it bake, sweetly, ; She waits for her baby in the evening. ; ; This young man lives his life like this, ; While her father is asleep, he steals his wheat, ; To the sleigh, to the sleigh, ; Takes it to the pub, in the evening.