My sweet, dear mother, I have no lover.

1. My sweet, dear mother, I have no lover, ; Who will wash my handkerchief white, ; Wash my mother white as snow, ; On the Prague mountain, says the Chelák commando. ; ; 2. My sweet, dear mother, if you want to ask for a wife, ; Come out to the Zsírő cemetery, ; You will find my grave under a rose tree, ; My sweet, dear mother, weep there.