Krutí Tono vretena,
mtarija, vretena, mtarija, vretena,

Krutí ích on v riečici,
K horárovej devčici, mtarija, devčici.

Nenazdaj sa horárová devčica,
mtarija, devčica, mtarija, devčica,

Že ty budeš u tých Hrontov gazdina,
mtarija, gazdina, mtarija, gazdina.

Tono bude slepie kone pucovať,
A ty hnitie krumple predávať, mtarija predávať.

Tono whirls the spindle,
mtarija, the spindle, mtarija, the spindle.

He whirls it in the brook,
To the forester’s daughter, mtarija, forester’s daughter.

Never think, forester’s daughter,
mtarija, forester’s daughter, mtarija, forester’s daughter,

That you’ll be Hront’s young wife,
mtarija, young wife, mtarija, young wife.

Tono will rub down blind horses,
And you will sell rotten potatoes, mtarija, you will sell.