Yet at us my baby (Már minálunk babám)

Yet at us my baby, yet at us my baby
It has come to fashion
They don't collect the cherry, don't collect the cherry
Into covered basket
The boys goes up to the tree, to the top of the cherry tree,
He shakes off the cherry,
You baby just pick up into your rosy apron

Yet at us my baby, yet at us my baby
It has come to fashion
They don't collect the acorn, don't collect the acorn
Into covered basket
The boys goes up to the tree, to the top of the acorn tree,
He shakes off the acorn,
You baby just pick up into your rosy apron

Yet at us my baby, yet at us my baby
It has come to fashion
They don't collect the cherry-acorn, don't collect the cherry-acorn
Into covered basket
The boys goes up to the tree, to the top of the cherry-acorn tree,
He shakes off the cherry-acorn,
You baby just pick up into your rosy apron