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I Am a Fisherman's Son

Εγώ ’μαι ’νους ψαρά παιδί
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Original Lyrics
Εγώ ’μαι ’νους ψαρά παιδί
Εγώ ’μαι ’νους ψαρά παιδί, έχω και χήρα μάνα
χήρα ’ναι και μαντζουράνα
που πήγε και με ρόγιασε, με καπάριασε
σε μια κυρά μεγάλη
που στον κόσμο δεν είν’ άλλη,
που μ’ έστελνε για κρύο νερό, τον χειμών' καιρό
σε μια κρύα βρυσούλα
κρύα 'ναι και δροσερούλα.
Δώσ' μου κυρά τη ρόγα μου, τη ρογούλα μου
δώσ' μου τη δούλεψή μου
σε βαρέθηκ’ η ψυχή μου.
Information
- Region: Central Greece
- Categories: Fable Song (Ballad)
- Rhythm: 4 beats
- Dance style: Syrtos
- Duration: 02:27
Collaborators
- Singer: Yiorgos Bagiokis
- Violin: Stefanos Vartanis
- Informant (source of the song): Mr. Papantoniou
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Recording information
Studio recording, 1980.
Domna Samiou taped the song in Kymi, Euboea, sung by Μr. Papantoniou, in 1976.
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