Szakállosi Lily of the Valley Cemetery

Bearded lily cemetery, ; The field is covered with red blood. ; A gentle breeze always says, ; You understand, my baby, but you have to suffer a lot. ; ; Poor boy loves this little girl, ; His good parents won't let him marry her. ; If his good parents don't let him marry her, ; They'll see what we'll do. ; ; Poor boy one Sunday afternoon, ; He walks down the street with his baby. ; He lures her out to walk into the green forest, ; There they'll pick lilies of the valley. ; ; I'll shoot four shots, but it's sharp, ; For you, my baby, three of them will be enough. ; The fourth into my own heart, ; We'll fall on each other's dead bodies. ; ; The next day they searched everywhere, ; But the forester found her by then. ; The forester found her in a bush, ; Two lovers were lying on top of each other. ; ; Come, girls, let's dress in white, ; Let's take two lovers to the cemetery. ; Nine young men are pulling the big bell, ; Now they are burying the two withered flowers. ; ; Fathers, mothers, learn from this, ; What a true-hearted lover is worth. ; Do not look at that great wealth, ; But at that happiness in the heart.