My dear mother, if you want to visit me

1. My dear, dear mother, if you want to visit me, ; Come out to the battlefield of Bohemia, ; There you will find my grave under a rock, ; Where, my mother, you can weep your heart out. ; ; 2. The ship is moving slowly on the quiet waters of the Maros, ; Why is my lord the customs officer so sad, ; How could I be, my good sons, so sad, ; When they take me to where the cannon is roaring. ; ; 3. My dear, dear mother, I have no lover, ; There is no one to wash my handkerchief, ; Wash it, my mother, let it be as white as snow, ; The time is here, says the Hungarian command.