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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN
I put the skillet on the fire,
Set butter and eggs to fry.
Then I poured some honey on top.
“This pleases me,” said I.
An omelette of a hundred eggs,
I ate it all, alone.
I kept on beating my mother-in-law,
Drove sister-in-law from the home.
The hair that I tore from the heads
Of my husband’s mother and sisters
I laid it all out on the roof,
Then plucked out his father’s whiskers.
I put his beard-hairs on the fence
For all the neighbors to see.
I met my bridegroom with a kick
And pummeled him awfully.
With an oaken cudgel
I went at my brother-in-law;
“Thank God I’m still alive,” he said
Cowering behind the door.
I gave birth to a baby
Two weeks after my wedding.
I went to the neighbor women
And told them everything.
Dali is giving birth on the cliff
Dali is giving birth on the cliff,
Is giving birth on the white cliff.
The child you bore has fallen down,
It has fallen from the cliff.
Below a wolf is standing watch,
The wolf below has seized the child,
Now it runs off down the field.
A hunter comes from the mountain ridge,
It is the hunter Mepsay who comes,
The hunter Mepsay looked around;
From the ridge the hunter comes.
The wolf was running down the field.
The hunter Mepsay watched for it,
The hunter Mepsay, at the gate.,
In the forehead shot the wolf,
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