Juli Szabó on a Sunday afternoon

Juli Szabó one Sunday afternoon, ; She walks down the street with her baby. ; She lured him out to walk in the green forest, ; There they will pick lilies of the valley. ; ; I have a four-shot rifle but it is sharp, ; One of these, my baby, will be enough for you. ; I intended the other two for my own heart, ; We will fall, my baby, on each other's shoulders. ; ; Juli Szabó's parents were looking for her, ; But the forester found her already then. ; The forester found her at the gate, ; The two bodies were lying on top of each other. ; ; Fathers, mothers, learn from these, ; What has become of two true loves. ; Do not look at that great wealth, ; But at that happiness in the heart. ; ; Come, girls, dress in white, ; Let's take this one couple to the cemetery. ; Nine young men are pulling the big bell, ; Let's bury the two wilted flowers.