My sweet, kind daughter

1. – My sweet, loving daughter, ; What is wrong with you now? ; The hem of your skirt, ; But it has become shorter. ; ; 2. The tailor did not cut it well, ; The seamstress did not sew it well, ; May God strike him again, ; Who spoiled it. ; ; 3. – Executioners, executioners, ; Take my daughter, ; At the bridge of Kiskőrös, ; Behead her there. ; ; 4. – My sweet, loving mother, ; Just let me eat one more, ; To the lord of Gyöngyvár ; I will write a letter. ; ; 5. – My coachman, my coachman, ; Take my six horses, ; Take my letter ; To the lord of Gyöngyvár. ; ; 6. When you get there in the evening, ; Put it on her pillow, ; If you get there by noon, ; Put it on his plate. ; ; 7. I got there by noon, ; I put it on his plate, ; The lord of Gyöngyvári ; Tore it up. ; ; 8. My coach, my coachman ; Harness my six horses, ; Borbála Angódi ; Let me find life. ; ; 9. – Good day, good day, ; My unknown mother, ; Where is she and where is she, ; Borbála Angódi. ; ; 10. The farmer went out to the field, ; To pick lilies of the valley. ; To the lord of Gyöngyvári ; To put it on his hat. ; ; 11. – She is not there, she is not there ; My unknown mother. ; Where is she and where is she ; Borbála Angódi. ; ; 12. She is over there, she is over there, ; Into the water of a stream, ; She washes her face, ; She wipes her feet. ; ; 13. – She is not there, she is not there ; My unknown mother. ; Where is she and where could she be ; Borbála Angódi. ; ; 14. What can I bear, I deny, ; If I have to confess, ; She is in the room ; On a mournful coffin. ; ; 15. The groom enters ; He sees his bride, ; He takes out his knife, ; He stabs himself to death. ; ; 16. My body with your body ; Let it rest in one grave, ; My blood with your blood ; Let a stream wash. ; ; 17. Let them bury me ; In the middle of my temple ; Our little one ; In front of the altar.