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Songs of Mourning


Come for an evening, even for one Saturday night
To wash, comb your hair and change your clothes
Someone would run the water and someone else would supply the soap
And your grieving wife shall offer a jug with musk
We’ll spend Sunday and Monday all day
And this Tuesday at dawn I’ll say farewell
I’ll tie your scarf and offer words of wisdom
The musk and the wind and the bright moon
shall shine for you to walk back to where you were
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Your friends came by
So did your family
And since they came they were welcomed
Welcomed they were
There were green tables
And black stools
And the glass that served
Cracked in the middle
The whole world was crying

Athena Prentza (second year at MNES) Folklore Collection from Tzoumerka. Student Manuscripts, Folklore Studies, School of Philosophy, University of Ioannina. Series 1, 1964 to 1965, Volume II. (Λ-Ω) p 491-498.

Yannis my dear boy why do you look so yellow and wrinkled
Is it because of winter or is it the strong wind
It’s not because of winter or the strong wind
I see the Grim Reaper coming, he’s riding on a horse
And swords are dangling from behind
One is bruised and the other one bloody He’s dragging young men by their hair and young women by their rings
He’s even dragging children, they’re riding on the saddle
-Grim Reaper let’s not go to the village, down to the cold springs
-I’m not going to the village, down to the cold springs
Mothers hear their children and children hear their mothers
Two beloved married couples are listening too
So beloved they are that even enemies with knives could not separate them
Grim Reaper please accept money, please accept these coins
I don’t accept money and I don’t want coins
I’ll take the young women for dance and the young men for song
I’ll also take the small children so they’ll play and laugh
I’ll even take these elders to keep records

Chrysavgi Papakostas. Collection of Folk Art from the Settlement of Houliarades. Student Manuscripts, Folklore Studies, School of Philosophy, University of Ioannina. Series 5, 1968 to 1969, Volume VI, p 489-533.

To whom does this horse belong
To whom does this horse belong that awaits at the door
Don’t be fooled and ride it
As whoever rode it never came back
Weep my children don’t be ashamed, weep and don’t be ashamed
And reach out with your little hand to grab onto mine
As I’ve got a long way ahead until I descend into Hades
Foreigners, family and those that grieve come forward
Share your grief and pour a tear
To create a water-filled lake and a water-filled sea, or a cold water spring
For it to flow down, down into the underworld
For the unwashed to wash and for the thirsty to drink

Melpomene Papatheodorou. Weddings, Songs of Mourning and the Ffestivals of Pramanta. Student Manuscripts. Folklore Studies, School of Philosophy, University of Ioannina. Student Collection. New Series 1979-80, p 431-492.