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HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS. |
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Dear lady mother. Oh, my heart aches so, Make ready my bed."
" What will you leave your sister bright,
My heart, my soul, my little son ? " " My household vessels silver white, Dear lady mother. Oh, my heart aches so, Make ready my bed."
" What will you leave your love's false kin,
My heart, my soul, my little son ? " * The fire of hell her heart within, Dear lady mother. Oh, my heart aches so, Make ready my bed."
" What will you leave your mother dear,
My heart, my soul, my little son ? "
" The grief and pain you '11 have to bear,
Dear lady mother.
Oh, my heart aches so,
Make ready my bed."
GYURI BANDI.
The rain falls in a few small drops, Gyuri Bandi beside the gallows cries,
Beyond Szeged the woodman chops
The tree, from which the croaking raven flies.
Yet Gyuri Bandi naught has done But twist his kerchief to a solid cord, |
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