The boys are already in a row

1. The young men are going to the draft, ; The rich are just like the poor, ; A rich young man is being drafted, a poor young man is being drafted, ; The poor young man is mourning his homeland. ; ; 2. The barracks in Angyalföld are on a hill, ; My baby's red skirt is visible there. ; The wind blows, it waves, a soldier must go, ; For three years, but he must suffer a lot. ; ; 3. The barracks in Angyalföld are on a hill, ; I will be locked up there for three years. ; The three years are flying by, my baby is not waiting in vain, ; Here I leave the barracks in Angyalföld