Old Nun A-Cooking
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Old Nun A-Cooking
A nun was frying fish and a voice,
a shrill high voice, kept telling her again and again:
'Stop cooking, old maid,
and Con...
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Twelve Little Evzones
Twelve young evzones decided,
Holy Virgin, they decided to go to war.
On their way, Holy Virgin,
upon the black sea a blac...
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A Mother Has a Son
A mother has a son, the apple of her eye,
and the neighbourhood would have him,
’tis a wonder the very mountains do not cru...
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A Young Lad
A Soldier and a Tree
A young man, a fine young lad
went off in search of a castle, Greek lass of mine.
And though he found no castles and no vil...
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Great Joy Across the Land
Great joy across the land, great joy in every village
and all in the best, the best of spirits
save Rhodes, poor ill-fated ...
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Hey Mountains of Grevená
Hey mountains of Grevená,
hey mountain pine of Métsovo,
can’t you dip a little lower.
Dip two rifle shots so we can see Gr...
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How Joyous Are the Mountains
Hey, how joyous are the mountains,
how joyous the mountains and proud the plains.
The Virgin is celebrating today,
and the...
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In Constantinople I Heard the News
I was in the City and heard my fairest was to wed,
that she had exchanged vows with another.
Mounting my horse, I set off h...
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Kostantis the Only Son
Kostantis the only son, young and cosseted,
his mother's only son, her precious darling.
She'd scrub him, comb his hair and...
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Maria’ S Gone to Pick Some Lilac
Maria’s gone to pick some lilac, a nightingale is singing,
she goes to gather lilac blossom in vineyards and in paddocks.
A...
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One Easter Day, One Sunday
The Sinner
One Easter Day, one Sunday,
on a holy day, my little bird,
a mother was adorning her son
one Saturday from dawn to dusk,
...
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The Son of the Armenian
The son of the Armenian boasted, my beautiful blue eyes,
to a pasha, his master, sing my lovely nightingale.
– My master, I...
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The Swallows of Vlachiá
The Sack of Adrianoúpolis
The swallows of Vlachiá and the birds of the West
weeping late and weeping early, weeping at noon,
weeping for ravaged Adri...
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Up Siátista Way
Up Siátista way, just up from Kastoriá,
will you not weep mothers, mothers and children ?
They killed Pavlos, Pavlos Melás
...