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Rh  That these buds by springtime borne A bridal robe would fain adorn.

That this ivy forms a crown, Upon thy head to thy renown.

That bedecked with charms untold, Thee for evermore I hold.

 Adolf Heyduk (b. 1835).

Hostess, a cup of wine, I pray, From Debreczin I took my way; By distant foot-paths I did fare,— Lo, these fetters that I bear!

Our masters gave to me these bands, They fettered last my feet and hands; That, when gleamed the star of morn, I to the gallows might be borne.

Weakly were the fetters wrought, By my strength asunder brought; Why should such fetters be my plight, For scanty bread and scanty right? 