Three Hungarian Folk-Songs

The Handsome Butcher:

Seven locks upon the red gate,
Seven gates about the red town.
In the town there lives a butcher
And his name is Handsome John Brown.
In the town there lives a butcher
And his name is Handsome John Brown.

John Browns's boots are polished so fine,
John Brown's spurs they jingle and shine.
On his coat a crimson flower,
In his hand a glass of red wine.
On his coat a crimson flower,
In his hand a glass of red wine.

In the night. the golden spurs ring,
In the dark, the leather boots shine.
Don't come tapping at the window,
Now your heart no longer is mine.
Don't come tapping at the window,
Now your heart no longer is mine.

Apple, Apple:

By a river there's a little orchard
In the orchard stood the miller's daughter
In the orchard stood the miller's daughter

Apple apple fallen in the water
By the stream I kissed the miller's daughter
By the stream I kissed the miller's daughter

The Old Woman:

In the window out the front door,
Throw old nanny from the top floor,
Pack her head into a basket,
Let her sell it in the market.

Come on children welcome each one,
At our party we'll have good fun.
Drink and eat and roister all day,
Farmer Johnny's bullock will pay.

For a coachman we've a black dog,
For a footman we've a roast hog,
On his back a loaf of white bread,
And a bottle on his big head.