VIII.

_Nincsen nekem semmi bajorn._

Naught in the wide-world troubles me, Save this alone--my poverty; A merry companion too am I, Though my coat be ragged, my throat a-dry.

Bread I have none, but tatters enough, And Fortune gives me many a cuff; When I reckon together the money I've got, There's never a farthing in all the lot.

So naught in the wide world troubles me, Save this alone--my poverty; And a merry companion too am I, Though my coat be ragged, my throat a-dry.