Cook, mother, delicious food,
So the men in the village will not laugh at us. I sent Mari to the village to get some tobacco, But she ran away with two or three men.
Where have you been, my Mariska,
My Mariska, my woman?
Some people saw you in the pub,
With the most ill-famed lads.
Oh, my Mariska, what have you done to me?
..loska is coming to fight,
He is not afraid of the Gypsy colony. JOska is coming,
And shouting loudly.
Give me, mother, the axe,
Let me break his bones to pieces.