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294 HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS. |
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" In the great court of thy small dwelling,
My dear rose, what doest thou ? " " I gather flowers ; my heart I 'm telling
My garlanded hair will attest my vow."
" Cook not your fowls, nor trim your dresses, Put no flowers in your hair. My dear rose pale, for your raven tresses A branch of willow you may find and wear."
The fatal fight is done and over,
Three came back to tell the tale. On the bloody field there lies thy lover,
And his winding sheet is his broken mail.
" Oh, cruel bird, I '11 curse your singing, Fatal voice that tears my breast. My mother the shroud will soon be bringing, And in white grave clothes I '11 be drest."
POISONED JANOS.
" Whence comest thou with knitted brows, My heart, my soul, my little son ? " " I come from my love's sister's house, Dear lady mother. Oh, my heart aches so, Make ready my bed."
" What has she given you to eat,
My heart, my soul, my little son ? " " She gave me a crab with four feet,1
1 The crab with four feet is the conventional poisonous food in Hungarian folk-lore, as the toad is in English and the spotted frog in French. |
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