Had a horse, a finer no one ever saw

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.