My mother stood at the gate.

1. My dear mother stood at the gate, ; From there she watches that her son is a soldier, ; Go home, mother, raise another, ; He will become a five-star hussar, and then you will see. ; ; 2. My mother, who is the hussar, not me, ; Who will saddle the horse if not me, ; I will saddle my little vulture-legged Pey horse, ; I will introduce myself before the Emperor. ; ; 3. The hussars are passing in front of our house, ; My mother, I am also standing among them, ; I will be the platoon leader of the first company, ; These three years are not the world. ; ; 4. I am a hussar, not a soldier in boots, ; The yellow corded dress suits me, ; Yellow cord, the middle is pure black, ; This is the coat of arms of the Hungarian hussar.