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In "The Song of Deirdra, King Byrge and his Brothers, and Other Ballads," George Borrow explores the rich tapestry of traditional British balladry, marrying folkloric themes with his own unique narrative flair. The collection is characterized by Borrow's masterful use of vivid imagery, musical rhythm, and a deep reverence for the oral traditions that have shaped the cultural landscape of England and beyond. In situating these ballads within the broader literary context of the early 19th century, Borrow's work draws upon the Romantic emphasis on emotion and nature, presenting tales that resonate with the human experience while preserving the dialectical authenticity of common folk stories. George Borrow, a dedicated scholar of language and folklore, was profoundly influenced by the cultures he encountered during his extensive travels in Britain and Europe. His passion for understanding and preserving the narratives of the past led him to compile this collection, which not only celebrates the art of balladry but also serves as a testament to his belief in the power of stories to capture the human condition. His background as a linguist, coupled with his disdain for the constraints of convention, allowed him to approach ballads with both scholarly precision and artistic creativity. Readers seeking a profound connection to the world of myth and folklore will find "The Song of Deirdra, King Byrge and his Brothers, and Other Ballads" an invaluable addition to their literary explorations. Borrow's work is not merely a collection of tales but a conduit to understanding the societal values and emotional landscapes of bygone eras. This book invites you to delve into a realm where history and imagination intertwine, revealing timeless truths that resonate across generations.
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Farewell, grey Albyn, much loved land, I ne’er shall see thy hills again; Upon those hills I oft would stand And view the chase sweep o’er the plain.
’Twas pleasant from their tops I ween To see the stag that bounding ran; And all the rout of hunters keen, The sons of Usna in the van.
The chiefs of Albyn feasted high, Amidst them Usna’s children shone; And Nasa kissed in secrecy The daughter fair of high Dundron.
To her a milk-white doe he sent, With little fawn that frisked and played And once to visit her he went, As home from Inverness he strayed.
The news was scarcely brought to me When jealous rage inflamed my mind; I took my boat and rushed to sea, For death, for speedy death, inclined.
But swiftly swimming at my stern Came Ainlie bold and Ardan tall; Those faithful striplings made me turn And brought me back to Nasa’s hall.
Then thrice he swore upon his arms, His burnished arms, the foeman’s bane, That he would never wake alarms In this fond breast of mine again.
Dundron’s fair daughter also swore, And called to witness earth and sky, That since his love for her was o’er A maiden she would live and die.
Ah did she know that slain in fight, He wets with gore the Irish hill, How great would be her moan this night, But greater far would mine be still.
“Where is the man who will dive for his King, In the pool as it rushes with turbulent sweep? A cup from this surf-beaten jetty I fling, And he who will seek it below in the deep, And will bring it again to the light of the day, As the meed of his valour shall bear it away.