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HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS. 287
But first let me put on my every-day garment, But first let me put on my apron."
" Open the door, open the door, my lady wife."
" In a moment I will open it, my dear beloved master,
But first let me put on my shoes new-soled,
But first let me knot around my head my every-day kerchief."
" Open the door, open the door, my lady wife." She did not know what to say ; to open the door she was forced.
" Give me, give me, the key to the great chest."
" I cannot give you it, I cannot give you the key of the great
chest, In the neighborhood I have been ; I jumped over the hedge, And it's there I lost the key of the great chest — We will find it at the fair blush of morning, At the fair blush of morning, at the brightening of the earth."
Then he struck so strongly the great painted chest
That he broke it in two halves.
Barcsai fell out and rolled upon the earth.
He took his sword and cut off his head.
" Hearken, my wife, hearken, my wife, hearken,
Of three deaths, which do you choose ?
Do you choose that I cut off your head ?
Or with your silky locks that I sweep the house ?
Or do you choose to watch until the morning, And serve as a torch to seven wassailers ? " " Of the three deaths I choose To serve as a torch to seven wassailers."