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HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS. 305 |
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" Where is your flock ? " " Oh, my sheep I have sold." 11 Where is your gayety ? " " Vanished away."
" Your sheep you have sold ! Why did you so ? • " Because on earth I shall need nothing more."
" Why did your light heart to a sad one grow ? " " Because my false love has wounded it sore."
" God guard you, dear prairie, and comrades brave, My reed pipe again I shall never play." O'er the lone prairie the bitter winds rave, The young shepherd sadly follows his way. |
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May beetle, golden beetle ;
I do not ask when summer will come; I do not ask how long I shall live,
I only ask for my rose in bloom.
May beetle, golden beetle ;
I do not ask for the summer's light, For a summer's fire in my heart has burned,
Since my rose first flamed upon my sight. |
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The time will come, the time will come,
When you will come to weep before the house ;
When you will clasp the doorpost of the entrance, In deep regret for your unfaithful vows.
The time will come, the time will come,
When you will come to weep before my door.
Perhaps I may a word or two say to you, But not the words I said to you before. |
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