The apples of Damascus are noted throughout Syria, though we should regard them as very poor fruit:
What's he like? If any ask us,
Flowers and apples of Damascus;
Apples fragrant on the tray,
Roses sweet with scent of May.
Laia says that the next one is sung by the Druze women to their baby boys:
I love you, I prize you, and for you I wish,
A hundred oak trees in the valley;
A hundred blood mares all tied in the court,
And ready for foray or sally.
Mount your horse, fly away, with your scarf flowing free,
The chiefs of the tribe will assemble;
Damascus, Aleppo, and Ghutah beside,
At the sound of your coming will tremble.
Nejmeh says that the Bedawin women who come to Safita, her native place, often sing the following song:
Come little Bedawy, sit on my lap,
Pretty pearls shine in your little white cap,
Rings are in your ears,
Rings are in your nose,
Rings upon your fingers,
And "henna" on your toes.
They use the "henna" to dye their hands, feet and finger nails, when a wedding or festive occasion occurs in the family.
Katrina recalls another little song which she used to sing to Harry:
Welcome now, my baby dear,
Whence did you come?
Your voice is sweet,
What little feet!
Make yourself at home!