Στρατιώτης και δεντρί ⬥ 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 villages to stay in, he found a tree, Greek lass of mine. – Oh, tree of mine, dear cypress so [...]
Βλέπω καράβια πο ’ρχοντι ⬥ I see ships a-coming from Constantine’s City with four hundred maids and sixty brave lads, and mine in there amidst them singing of love, singing of our love. [– I curse the day I came here to these folk who, lying, said a girl they [...]
Στην Πόλη ήμουν κι έμαθα ⬥ 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 home. And half way there, at the dragon’s well, I came upon a weeping maid clad all in black. [...]
