Felbár

My daughter, my daughter, my daughter

Song

My daughter, my daughter, my daughter, ; I already know that well, ; The front of your skirt ; Is shorter than the back. ; ; I know, my mother, I know, ; It is cut to fit, ; The tailor did not cut it well, ; The seamstress did not sew it well. ; ; The tailor also cut it well, ; T... Read More

To the bottom of the Danish wasteland

Song

At the bottom of the Danoski steppe, ; There was an inn all alone. ; István Szarvas was its owner, ; His wife and daughter were in his arms. ; ; Friday evening it was nine o'clock, ; The woman and Teruska had gone to bed. ; István Szarvas was left alone, ; He waited, waiting for ... Read More

Poor bear was caught

Song

The poor bear was caught, ; They taught him to dance. ; The bear is meloning, munching, ; The poor thing is in no mood. ; ; I'm blowing my horn, I'm blowing my horn, ; I'm throwing a motley dog. ; I threw it like that, it died, ; It rolled into the ditch. Read More

Not long ago, a sergeant

Song

Seregéles not long ago, ; Went to Dunaszërdahel. ; He took his little son with him, ; But he lost him on the way. ; ; As soon as he arrived in Szërdahel, ; He reported it to the gendarmerie. ; The pahó went to the street, ; He sat down in the tavern of Salamon. ; ; There he drank... Read More

The kanás plays with the check on the ditch

Song

The pig is playing with the check on the back of the ditch, ; He threw the pig so that only its ears are visible. ; The pig with nine piglets said goodbye, ; The pig with a fancy hat went after him. ; ; Get out, pig, the one with wheat, not the one with a pizd ditch, ; If his mas... Read More

My oxen got lost in the cedar forest.

Song

My oxen are lost, in the cedar forest, ; My boots are also torn, in the many searches. ; Don't look, don't look, because they are driven in, ; In the cedar forest, the bell on it rings. ; ; I know my bell, it is in my hand, ; I bought it from the Luca market for my oxen. ; The pr... Read More

The steamer is going down.

Song

The steamer is going down, ; The smoke of Bodor is going up. ; There sits a fur-clad recruit, ; His eyes are full of tears. ; ; Don't cry for me, my baby, ; Don't shed a tear for me. ; I've cried for a hug anyway, ; The life of a bandit is over. ; ; I got pants in my chest, ; A c... Read More