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Had a horse, a finer no one ever saw

Language: English after the Hungarian (Magyar)

Had a horse, a finer no one ever saw,
But the sheriff sold him in the name of law,
E'en a stirrup cup the rascal would not yield.
But no matter, more was lost at Mohács* field.

Had a farmhouse, but they burnt it to the ground,
Don't know even where the spot  could now be found.
In the county roll 'tis safe inscrib'd and seal'd,
But no matter, more was lost at Mohács field.

Had a sweetheart, mourn'd her loss long years and years,
Thought her dead and ev'ry day gave her my tears;
Now I find her 'neath another's roof and shield,
But no matter! more was lost at Mohács field.


Translation(s): GER

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Note: The defeat of the Hungarian army of 25,000 men by 200,000 Turks at Mohács on August 29th, 1526 was one of the greatest disasters in the history of the nation. The proverb, the refrain of the song, is still in constant use among the people.

Submitted by Bertram Kottmann

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Text added to the website: 2012-08-23.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:05:02
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Hatte einst ein graues Ross, nun ist's dahin

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Hatte einst ein graues Ross, nun ist's dahin,
der Stadthauptmann nahm es mir in Szegedin!
War beim Kauf trunk nicht einmal! Potz alle Welt,
mehr verloren einst noch wir auf Mohács's Feld!

Hatte einst ein weißes Haus, es ward zerstört
durch das Feuer, wem doch jetzt sein Grund gehört?
Aufgeschrieben steht dies wo, doch alle Welt,
mehr verloren einst noch wir auf Mohács's Feld!

Hatte einst ein Lieb mit Wangen zart und rot,
ich bewein' sie täglich nun als wär' sie tot;
doch sie lebt, nur mit 'nem Andern, alle Welt,
mehr verloren einst noch wir auf Mohács's Feld!


Submitted by Bertram Kottmann

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Based on
Based on

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2012-08-23.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:05:02
Line count: 12
Word count: 99