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Béla Bartók
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LASZLO THEA STOLE A STALLION

Laszlo Thea stole a stallion, stole it from the Misty Mountains
And they followed and they've caught him, and in iron chains they've bound him

Word was brought to Anna Thea, that her brother lay in prison
Bring me gold and six white horses, I will buy my brother's freedom

Judge, oh judge, please spare my brother, I will give you gold and silver,
I don't want your gold and silver, all I want are your sweet favors.

Anna Thea, hold, my sister, are you mad with grief and sorrow?
He will rob you of your flower, and he'll hang me from the gallows.

Anna Thea did not heed him, to that judge she came a-running,
In his golden bed at midnight, there she heard the gallows groaning

Cursed be that judge so cruel, thirteen years may he lie bleeding
Thirteen doctors can't heal him, thirteen shelves of drugs can't heal him.

Anna Thea, Anna Thea, do not go into the forest
There among the green pines standing, you will find your brother hanging.

Laszlo Thea stole a stallion, stole it from the Misty Mountains
And they've followed and they caught him, and in iron chains they've bound him.

ANATHEA

Lo, lo, lo
Lazlo Feher stole a stallion,
Stole him from the misty mountain
And they chased him and they caught him,
And in iron chains they bound him.

Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison.
"Bring me gold and six fine horses,
I will buy my brothers freedom."

"Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother,
I will give you gold and silver."
"I don't want your gold and silver,
All I want are your sweet favours."

"Anathea, oh, my sister,
Are you mad with grief and sorrow?
He will rob you of your honour,
And he'll hang me from the gallows."

Anathea did not heed him,
Straight way to the judge went running.
In his righteous arms at midnight,
There she heard the gallows groaning.

"Cursed be that judge so cruel,
Thirteen years may he lie bleeding,
Thirteen doctors cannot cure him,
Thirteen shelves of drugs can't heal him."

"Anathea, Anathea,
Don't go out into the forest.
There among the green pines standing,
You will find your brother hanging."
Lo, lo, lo


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