A Heavy Sigh
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A Cretan Ship
- A Cretan ship, nor large nor small,
just two and forty cubits long,
brought me to strange and unknown lands.
- O alien, ...
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A Trader Made His Way
A trader made his way from Bulgar lands.
He led his trains of twelve and fifteen mules
and sang and spoke the while he trek...
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Evyenoula
Young Evyenoula, comely lass, the lass who married early
and boastfully was wont to say that Charon would not get her
becau...
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Fair Evgenoula
Charon and the Maid
Evgenoula, the fair maid beloved by all,
went and boasted she had no fear of death,
that she had houses tall and a sweethea...
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Forty Stonemasons
Arta’s Bridge
A team of forty stonemasons and sixty prentice workers
were putting up a bridge across the river close by Arta.
The whol...
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Giannos and Vangelio
Giannos and Vangelio went to the same school,
Giannos to learn to read and write, Vangelio to sing.
Giannos fell in love an...
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I Passed by and Bade Good Day
I passed by and bid four black eyes good day,
four lips, dear Daphne, four red lips.
Four red lips and two lithe, slender f...
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Kítsos' Mother
Kitsos’ mother sat on the river bank
scolding the river.
Scolding the river and pelting it with stones.
‘River flow less, ...
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Somewhere in the Aegean Sea
Somewhere in the Aegean Sea, oh, my heart, my heart,
so distant, so far away, my heart is fit to burst.
A vessel richly fit...
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The Dead Brother
What a mother, vai aman aman, what a fine mother,
what a mother, ela giareni mou ela, what a fine mother
is she with, vai a...
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The Ship Is My House
The ship is my house, the sea my courtyard
and the waves of the north wind, are my comfort.
A little stranger is dying at t...
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Tricked by the Birds
Tricked I was, tricked by the birds,
tricked by the nightingales of spring.
They tricked me and told me I would never die.
...
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Turtledove
High up upon your way, moré turtledove,
down low as you pass by, sweet beautiful turtledove,
might you have caught sight
o...
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You Drive Me Mother out from Home
You drive me, mother, out from home, in truth though I’ll be going.
I’ll migrate with the little birds and with the long-win...