There is a tall acacia tree near Bratislava.
Song
1. There is a tall acacia tree near Bratislava, ; A Hungarian goat lies dead beneath it. ; His comrades dig his grave with lamentation, ; Back home he is mourned bitterly. ; ; 2. The moonlight shone between two trees. ; My rose combs itself in it. ; I comb my curly hair in it too, ; I am an orphan, I love my baby.