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Poor Imre Bugar
Song
1. Poor Imre Bugár,
He mounted his horse,
His golden-edged breeches,
So he floated after him.
2. Stars, stars,
Shine beautifully.
Show the way to famous Hungarian outlaws.
3. They go to the wilderness,
around Szeged.
The county's horse follows them at the head of the
Radas.
4. They are captured,
They are taken to prison.
Among them is Imre Bugár,
beaten to the ankles in irons.
5. His mother goes there,
To mourn for him.
Don't mourn for my mother,
I am not dead.
6. I would almost cry for you,
When I see you in irons.
The day after tomorrow at eight o'clock,
I will see you hanged.
He mounted his horse,
His golden-edged breeches,
So he floated after him.
2. Stars, stars,
Shine beautifully.
Show the way to famous Hungarian outlaws.
3. They go to the wilderness,
around Szeged.
The county's horse follows them at the head of the
Radas.
4. They are captured,
They are taken to prison.
Among them is Imre Bugár,
beaten to the ankles in irons.
5. His mother goes there,
To mourn for him.
Don't mourn for my mother,
I am not dead.
6. I would almost cry for you,
When I see you in irons.
The day after tomorrow at eight o'clock,
I will see you hanged.