Ungarische Volksballade
Oh, the Highway, oh, the road is long and wide.
And along it ride nine robbers, side by side.
Each a gun has,
slung across a brawny arm.
And they ride to widow Pápai's little farm.
"Mistress Pápai, God be with you on this day!"
!Thank you - luck attend your way!"
"Mistress Pápai, that's a wish that you will rue,
for tonight we're going to cut your throat for you!"
"Dearest daughter, hurry to the cellar deep,
get a jug of wine, the very best we keep!"
"Mistress Pápai, your best wine will do no good,
for tonight we're going to spill your rich red blood!"
Widow Pápai swiftly to the courtyard runs,
shuts her eyes, so she no longer sees the guns;
"God I my sins must now Thee tell,
or these thieves will send my poor soul straight to hell!"
On, the Highway, on the road so long and wide.,
widow Pápai's taken for her final ride.
Carried through black and narrow graveyard gate,
widow Pápai there for Judgement Day must wait.
