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Come this way, my rose, it isn’t muddy
There’s no lock on my door
My door is open, you can come in
My bed is made, you can lie in it.
You shall not leave from here, my sweetheart, until
Three candles have burnt out
The fourth is already half way burnt
Merriment is not enough for us
I am a girl from Szentbalázs
I pick roses from Szentbalázs
Roses and violets from Szentbalázs
I am the one who tore them out
