In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Three Traditional Latvian Midsummer Songs
Who's a Mother, Who's a Maid?
Who's a mother, who's a maid?
No way to tell, Midsummer's Eve,
when maid and mother alike
wear crowns of green oak leaves.
Hey Guys, Midsummer's Eve
Hey guys, Midsummer's Eve:
let's go look for girls.
Strangely enough, the farther we go,
the prettier they get.
Midsummer's Eve I Keep My Eye
Midsummer's Eve I keep
my eye on the Evening Star:
wherever I see her rising, that's
where my bride is growing up.
tr. Steven Posch
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