I was born in the middle of a large village called Ócsa.

I was born in the middle of a large village, ; There was no tutor or nurse over me, ; I grew up like a rose on a bush, ; I became a soldier, when I was twenty years old. ; ; Bring out, my good mother, my hat with a ribbon, ; This will be my last word to you. ; My heart is squeezed on two sides by sorrow, ; They have already enlisted me as a soldier.