Wild pear tree blooms white
Song
The wild pear tree is blooming white, ; My little horse is prancing beneath it. ; Prancing my horse, prancing for the last time, ra, ra, ra, ; I will ride you to Russia. ; ; (the 2nd verse from Felsővámos) ; ; I must go, I must march, ; I must go out of the village. ; I am going out of it so cheerfully, down, down, down, ; I have no lover who would pity me.