Podhorany (Menyhe)

St. Urban's niche and statue, Menyhe

Sacral small monument

The frosty saints of early May - Pongrác, Szervác and Boniface - are well known to everyone, but fewer people know that there is a fourth one, namely Orbán (in Central and Western Europe: Urban), whose feast day is on May 25. Although the Second Vatican Council removed him from t... Read More

Roadside cross in Menyhe

Sacral small monument

The cross, built in 1787, is located on the right side of the road between houses number 9 and 11, at the fork of a dirt road. Read More

Sleep baby, sleep bunny is sleeping too

Song

1. Sleep, baby, sleep, the bunny is sleeping tooIt is evening in the village, the evening bell is heard. Read More

Gather your sun, here is your father, here is your mother.

Song

1. Gather your sun, here is your father, here is your motherThey ring bells with pumpkins, they ring bells with cucumbers,They pluck poppies, they bake poppy seed cakes. Read More

What does Haj Újvár want from Haj Újvár judge?

Song

1. Haj, Újvár, what do you want? Haj, judge of Újvár!Next to Újvár, they are hiring your daughter,Breasts? Beautiful, narrow, tall ones,Narrow, tall ones.–, This is my lamb!        –, What will you give for it? What is the price of it?        –, Two forints.         –, I will giv... Read More

Liszi Mónyi threw her bed high

Singing

1. Liszi Mónyi threw my bed high, ; Urban left Hansel's little hat on it, ; Bring out my little hat, Mónyi, put it on my head, ; So that the bright sun doesn't shine into my bright eyes. Read More

If the Tisza River were ink

Singing

1. If the Tisza were ink, ; Every most delicious scribe could write it, it would be good. ; That one could not even write it down, ; Whom I love best in the great Menyhe. ; ; 2. The leaves in the forest would not rustle, ; If the gentle June wind did not blow. ; The wind blows th... Read More

I was not born of a mother.

Singing

1. I was not born of a mother, ; I was born on a rose tree, ; On the day of red Pentecost, ; I was born at dawn. ; ; 2. We are the roses, ; We love each other. ; In a beautiful red dawn, ; Let us embrace each other. Read More

I didn't do anything wrong.

Singing

1. I have done nothing wrong, ; To the city of Nitra, ; Alas, but still he conscripted, ; Me a soldier. ; ; 2. He conscripted me as a hussar, ; I was written off as a boot, ; Alas, let God strike me down, ; How he has grieved me. ; ; 3. They would take me away, ; Away from my hom... Read More

My mother, who is the hussar if not me?

Singing

1. My mother, who is the hussar if not me, ; Who will saddle the horse if not me, ; Whoever is a hussar, saddle his horse, ; Whoever is a buck, lace up his boots. ; ; 2. The hussar is handsome when he mounts his horse, ; He ties his shiny sword to his side, ; From there he watche... Read More