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  • #61

    From wifey's homeland:

  • #62

    what are the folk songs about if you don't mind me asking?

  • #63

    I dunno if you were ready for this but I'll post it anyway.  Its a Swedish folk song (also found in Russia I believe) about a lady who gets married to a treacherous Lord.  He makes some unsavoury claims about her fidelity and then plans to kill her.  She is distraught and sends a message to her father by means of a raven, telling him to come quickly and save her.  Her father comes and gives that bad ol Lord a well deserved pasting. 

    King Vallemo was a wise old man.
    He married off his daughter in a foreign land.
     
    One day she stood in her bridal gown,
    The next in bands of iron bound.
     
    "And why do you do this to me?"
    "For you were no maiden when you came to me."
     
    "Oh had I a trusty friend and true
    To carry these words to my father now!"
     
    Then the old vulture came to her:
    "Let me be your speedy messenger.
     
    "If I could get food for my young from you,
    I could be there in an hour or two."
     
    "Then lay your young at my breast, if you will,
    So that while you are gone they may eat their fill."
     
    "King Vallemo, here you sit free from sorrow.
    Your daughter will burn at the stake tomorrow."
     
    "Fly away, old vulture, as quick as you can -
    My daughter has married an honest man."
     
    "If you won't believe what you hear from me
    Look here at my claw, I am carrying her key.
     
    " King Vallemo into the stable strode,
    Saddled his black horse, and off he rode.
     
    And when they came to the foreign lord's hall
    The black horse whinnied high up on the wall.
     
    The black horse lifted his mighty foot
    And struck the lord in his cruel heart's root.
     
    Then the king and his daughter sat on the black steed
    And rode back home at a gentle speed.
  • #64

    Here is one from Mrs Robbies part of the woods, Moray Naina (My eyes) its a kind of Sufi style poem about being completely consumed by love.

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