Wing wing wing of the bird
Song
Wings, wings, wings of the bird, ; There is no match for the Hungarian hussar. ; Because the hussar sits on his horse, ; A shiny sword is tied to his side. ; ; It was written for the son of Franz Joseph, ; He gave a long sword to my side. ; Its handle will be of rosewood, ; My lover's name will be carved on it. ; ; Wings, wings, wings of the swallow, ; Better for the girl than for the bride. ; Because the girl's hair is braided, ; She amuses herself on Saturday night.