Martos
Who wants to be a bagpiper?
Song
1. He who wants to be a bagpiper, ; Hey, he'll go to hell, ; Hey, he'll go to hell,
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Pull, pull me
Song
Pull, pull me, I'll pull you too. ; Whoever falls will be the smallest. ; ; The adult holds the small child's armpit or hand, they sway to the beat of the song. They squat down at the last word.
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His hair is messy.
Song
Hair, pee, sweep it out, take it out. ; Your bed is moving, damn it knows what you're doing. ; Hair, pee, sweep it out, take it out. ; Spotted dog, don't let yourself eat what you've laid. ; Hair, pee, sweep it out, take it out. ; ; "Let's go pee!" When playing pilikézé, smaller ...
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Chickpeas
Song
1. Black-eyed peas, wild lentils, black-eyed pea. ; Well, priest, he'll get it, maybe he'll get it. ; ; 2. I was walking on a long road, a thorn went into my foot. ; Well, priest, he'll get it, maybe he'll get it. ; ; The players stand in two lines. They hold their clasped hands ...
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It has hemp seeds in it.
Song
1. Hemp bud, there is a seed in it, if we knock it out, it will not be in it. ; Hemp crumbs, beautiful bride, hug, kiss the one you love. ; 2. I hug this, I love this, I turn it over, I push it out. ; Hey, duck, duck, duck, duck lily, the emperor's horse is dead. ; Hey, my don, m...
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Get up, get up, my whistle.
Song
Get up, get up, my whistle, I'll put you under the wheel, I'll take you out from there, ; I'll let your blood fall into a well, I'll spread your skin on a tree, and yet you'll turn into stone. ; ; &nbsp,
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It's raining, it's raining.
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Let it rain, let it rain, ; Let it rain on every road, ; Let the oats multiply, ; Let the wheat flourish.
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Stork stork gilice
Song
Stork, stork, why is your leg bloody?; a Turkish child stabbed him, a Hungarian child healed him with a whistle, a drum, and a reed fiddle.
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Get up, get up, my whistle.
Song
Get up, get up, I whistle, I will put you under the wheel, I will take you out of there too; I will let your blood fall into a well, I will spread your skin on wood, and yet you will turn into stone.
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I ate cottage cheese and dropped it.
Song
I ate cottage cheese, dropped it, rolled into the ditch, ; the wind blows my straps, catch my skirt, little girl, ; Hey, my Dona, my cousin, my white horse, is gaining weight in the field, ; my sweet lady lover, lives in peppery Győr.
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