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"Mollie Charane, and Other Ballads" is a captivating collection that delves into the rich tapestry of folk tradition, blending lyrical beauty with emotional depth. The ballads within this anthology explore themes of love, loss, and resilience through vivid storytelling and melodic language. Drawing from various cultural influences, the collection showcases a diversity of voices, inviting readers into a world where the oral tradition meets literary finesse. The poems resonate with the echoes of past generations while remaining relevant in the contemporary landscape, making it a poignant reflection on the human experience. The authors behind this anthology are a collaborative group of poets and folklorists who have dedicated their careers to preserving and revitalizing folk narratives. Their collective expertise encompasses a wide range of cultural backgrounds and historical contexts, which has undoubtedly shaped their approach to this work. This anthology emerges from a context of cultural resurgence, where the relevance of traditional ballads is being re-examined in light of modern storytelling techniques and social issues. For readers who appreciate the melodic harmony of folklore intertwined with profound human emotions, "Mollie Charane, and Other Ballads" is a must-read. This anthology not only provides a window into the rich heritage of balladry but also invites reflection on contemporary themes, making it a valuable addition to any literary collection.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
“O, Mollie Charane, where got you your gold?” Lone, lone you have left me here. “O not in the curragh, deep under the mould.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
“O, Mollie Charane, where got you your stock?” Lone, lone you have left me here. “O not in the curragh from under a block.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
“O, Mollie Charane, where got you your goods?” Lone, lone you have left me here. “O not in the curragh from under two sods.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
Two pair of stockings, and one pair of shoes— Lone, lone you have left me here— For twenty-six years old Mollie did use. Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
His stockings were white, but his sandals, alack!— Lone, lone you have left me here— Were not of one colour, one white, t’other black. Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
One sandal was white and t’other dark brown— Lone, lone you have left me here;— But he’d two of one colour for kirk and for town. Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
“O, father, I really can’t walk by your side”— Lone, lone you have left me here— “If you go to the church in those sandals of hide.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
“O, daughter, my dear, if my brogues give you pain”— Lone, lone you have left me here— “There’s that in the coffer will make you look fain.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
A million of curses on Mollie Charane— Lone, lone you have left me here— The first who gave tocher to daughter in Man. Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
Well we know from saga And from scaldic lore, That heroic warriors Were the Danes of yore. That the noble schildings, And the men they led, Oft for Danish honour Stoutly fought and bled.