THE MAGYAR NOBLE.

A MAGYAR NEMES.

The sword which once my fathers bore,

Hangs on the wall and gleams no more,

Rust covers it instead of gore.

I am a Magyar noble.

I never work and never will,

The thought of labor makes me ill.

Peasant, ‘t is thou the earth must till.

I am a Magyar noble.

Peasant, make good the road, I say,

Thy horse doth draw the load that way,

But go afoot I never may.

I am a Magyar noble.

Wherefore should I for science care?

The sages always paupers were.

I never read or write, I swear!

I am a Magyar noble.

One talent I possess complete,

Herein with me none can compete:

I excellently drink and eat.

I am a Magyar noble.

I never pay my tax when due,

Wealth have I, but not much, ‘t is true.

How much owe I? Ask but the jew.

I am a Magyar noble.

The country’s cares are naught to me.

I heed not all its misery.

Soon they will pass by fate’s decree.

I am a Magyar noble.

My ancient rights and home decay,

And when I’ve smoked my life away,

Angels shall bear me up one day.

I am a Magyar noble.