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Fly away, peacock, fly away, peacock, to beautiful Hungary.

Song

1. Fly away, peacock, fly away, (to) beautiful Hungary, ; Take my sigh to my baby's window. ; If he asks where I am, tell him I am a prisoner of war, ; I am lying on an iron bed in a South Tyrolean military hospital.

Inventory number:

9155

Collection:

Repository

Type:

Song

Municipality:

Martos