Hailmur: Created page with "Category:Varushka Music Category:Varushka Category:Music Lyrics by Yael, who plays Danika Alicja Dabrowska. The melody is based on Herr Mannelig, a Swedish folk ballad, by [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garmarna Garmarna]. A recording is available [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOUJlRwLcg4 here] by Yael Early one morning, not far from Semmerlak The cold light poured into a tavern; A shapeshifted Rusalka met a warden there; She looked like a beaut..."

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Created page with "Category:Varushka Music Category:Varushka Category:Music Lyrics by Yael, who plays Danika Alicja Dabrowska. The melody is based on Herr Mannelig, a Swedish folk ballad, by [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garmarna Garmarna]. A recording is available [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOUJlRwLcg4 here] by Yael <song> Early one morning, not far from Semmerlak The cold light poured into a tavern; A shapeshifted Rusalka met a warden there; She looked like a beaut..."

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Lyrics by Yael, who plays Danika Alicja Dabrowska. The melody is based on Herr Mannelig, a Swedish folk ballad, by [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garmarna Garmarna].

A recording is available [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOUJlRwLcg4 here] by Yael

<song>
Early one morning, not far from Semmerlak
The cold light poured into a tavern;
A shapeshifted Rusalka met a warden there;
She looked like a beautiful woman,

Chorus:
Oh Warden, oh Warden, won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

To you I will give the twelve fine mills
That stand between Karsk and Karov,
The mill stones are made of the reddest brass
And the wheels are gilded with silver;

To you I will give the mighty iron axe
That jingles from fifteen steel rings
And strike with it and kill in the battlefield
Many foes you’ll be conquering;

To you I will give a brand new shirt
Of lustrous wool and fine furs;
It is not sewn with needle or thread
But embroidered with the finest colours

Gifts such as these I would gladly receive
If you were a fellow Varushkan,
But I know that you are not who you seem to be,
For surely, you are a Rusalka.

The warden did not strike her, nor did he lift his sword,
For he knew of the ancient traditions;
He offered her a drink, and bread for the road,
And watched her angst and frustration;

The angry Rusalka ran out the door
She wailed and she wept and she shrieked;
"Had I gotten him to have me as his wife
I would sink him in the deep!"
</song>

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