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The whole village dances today,
In Heaven, the Mother Mary sways.
My cheeks so rosy, freshly fair,
While you smell of manure, my dear.
Spending all my coins in hand,
Today I bought the market stands.
Goulash, cabbage, and some stew,
Feasting will be grand at my castle’s view.

You dream of a prince like mine today,
Yet a peasant is yours to take away.
Your old man sold you off for swine,
While you complain, I sip my wine.
I’m the one who rules this place,
Everyone seeks my advice and grace.
Dressed in true linen so fine,
I crack my whip, my servant’s in line.

I could steal your knight away,
While bats in your hair play.
Girl, no one gives you a thought,
They’ll burn you if I sought.
I strike like plague in might,
Of his lineage, I’m the pride.
I’ve got my private room, you see,
While you relieve in the valley tree.

The village spins in dance tonight,
Your army lost its fight.
Don't cross my kin, beware,
Or face ruin beyond repair.
Hey, hey!