You slob, you hired man, where are you driving the ox?
Song
1. Hey, you sly hired man, where are you driving the ox, ; Do you think you'll tie it to my little garden? ; You certainly won't tie it there, you sly hired man, ; Hey, the rosemary branch is weak, you'll break it. ; ; 2. Hey, if you break it, you'll pay the price, ; Give me a scythe, let me cut a row of roses. ; Rare roses, you can't cut them in a row, ; Hey, it's forbidden to go to the girls of Szentes.