Ked starého Bartolína ze šenku na táčkach zvážali Lyrics

Neveselý osud mal strýco Bartolín ked jedného roku stará kopytá otrčila i slépky mu časem pošli, jak o ne nebolo vystarané Rozhodel sa v pálenke útrapy utápat Vácej ve vinohrade po fajronte nelopocil Však se šenkárom jedna ruka bol a všecky pohárky po pameci poznal Kolem večera už zmaloval sa jak dobytek aj na starú Marušu v líhu zabudel To už chlapi v šenku vedzeli že je čas ze dvora táčky vytáhnut a Bartolína naloženého domú dopravit Jak kolem cintera prešli vidziny mal, že mu stará spoza hrobu kriči; Tváre pandravami prelezlé, po očách len černavé dzíry: "Dočkaj len ty, mrcina scápaná, do roka tu ležíš se mnú!" Zaráz strýca prestúpila hrúza a nikdaj už vácej k trúnku nepričuchel.


When old Bartolín was driven back Home from the Tavern on a Wheelbarrow (English Translation)

Grim was the fate of gaffer Bartolín When his old hag woman kicked the bucket one year even his hens have pegged out since they weren't taken care of He decided to drown his miseries in liquor No longer did he drudge in the vineyard after work But he was hand in glove with the innkeeper and knew all the cups by heart Round the nightfall he got pissed like an animal Forgot hils old Maruša in the fire-water The fellows in the tavern knew by then it is time to bring the wheelbarrow from the barnyard and load Bartolín back home As they passed the burial ground he had a vision of his spouse yelling from beyond the grave; Grubs crawling across her visage, only black holes for eyes: "Just you wait, sottish carrion, within a year you will lie down here with me!" Aghast in dread, the old gaffer has never again dared to get close to liquor.