OH BESKYD OH BESKYD
Hudba: česká lidová / Text: Mark Landry

Oh Beskyd, oh Beskyd
Who goes the way you lead?
A shepherd with black eyes
has sheep there which he drives

Well shepherd, our shepherd
you have a black shirt on
And who does your laundry
if your mommy is gone?

I don't need my mommy
My lass does it for me
My little black shirt is
washed out in her laundry

She washes it for me
She wrings out my laundry
When I will cross the field
Everyone will praise me

All people care about
My and my poverty
I praise the Lord God that
It does not worry me

The people who marry
A scared of the army
I will not get married
The draft does not scare me

All those who have money
Can buy off the army
I'm poor so I must go
To the military




https://www.zpevnicekunas.cz