Nosza srni, kezd zokogni, Sr zporknnye folyvn Liliomrl perg harmat, Hull vizgyngy hattyu tolln. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. Mltsgos nagy uraim! Nzzen Istent kegyelmetek Srgets munkm van otthon, Fogva n itt nem lhetek. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. Mocsok esett lepedmn, Ki kell a vrfoltot vennem! Jaj, ha e szenny ott maradna, Hov kne akkor lennem! Oh! irgalom atyja ne hagyj el. sszenz a blcs trvnyszk Hallatra ily panasznak. Csendessg van. Hallgat a szj, Csupn a szemek szavaznak. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. Eredj haza, szegny asszony! Mosd fehrre mocskos lepled Eredj haza, Isten adjon Ert ahhoz s kegyelmet. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. S gnes asszony a patakban Lepedjt jra mossa Fehr leplt, tiszta leplt A fut hab elkapdossa. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el Mert hiban tiszta a gyolcs, Benne tbb semmi vrjel gnes azt mg egyre ltja S pen gy, mint akkor jjel. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. Virradattl ks estig ll a vzben, szke mellett Hab zillja rezg rnyt, Haja frtt ksza szellet. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. Holdvilgos jjelenkint, Mikor a vz fodra csillog, Maradoz csattanssal, Fehr sulyka messze villog. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. s ez gy megy vrlvre, Tlennyron, sznet nlkl Harmatarca h napon g, Gynge trde fagyban kkl. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. szbe fordul a zillt haj, Mr nem holl, nem is ben Torzalak rnc verdik Szanaszt a sma kpen. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. S gnes asszony a patakban Rgi rongyt mossa, mossa Fehr leple foszlnyait A szilaj hab elkapdossa. Oh! irgalom atyja, ne hagyj el. Mistress Agnes continue Forthwith she commences weeping, Freely flow her tears as showers Like the wet from swans down rolling, Dewdrops from the lilac flowers. Father of mercy, forsake me not! O, dear Sirs and Excellencies, Look to God, I pray of you I cannot remain in prison, I have work at home to do. Father of mercy, forsake me not! For a stain is on my linen, Blood that I must wash away God! if I should fail to do it, Dread things happen to me may. Father of mercy, forsake me not! Then at this appeal the judges At each other look aghast Silent all and mute their voices By their eyes the die is cast. Father of mercy, forsake me not! Thou art free go home, poor woman Go and wash thy linen sheet Wash it clean and may God strengthen And with mercy thee entreat! Father of mercy, forsake me not! And poor Agnes in the streamlet Goes to wash her linen sheet Downward is her now clean cover Carried by the current fleet. Father of mercy, forsake me not! Snowwhite long has been her linen Trace is none of red bloodstain Yet poor Agnes ever sees it, Bloodred still she sees it plain. Father of mercy, forsake me not! From the early dawn till evening. Sitting there, she laves the sheet Waves may sway her trembling shadow, Winds her grizzled tresses greet. Father of mercy, forsake me not! When the streamlet in the moonlight Shimmers, and her mallet gleams, By the streamlets bank she washes, Slowly beating as in dreams. Father of mercy, forsake me not! Thus from years end unto years end, Winter, summer, all year through, Heat her dewsoft cheek doth wither, Frosts her feeble knees make blue. Father of mercy, forsake me not! And the grizzled hair turns snowy, Raven, ebon now no more While the fair soft face of wrinkles, Sad to see, augments its store. Father of mercy, forsake me not! Mistress Agnes in the streamlet Washeth still her ragged sheet Downward are the covers remnants Carried by the current fleet. Father of mercy, forsake me not!
hagyj, irgalom, atyja, ne, forsake