And filled it in his deep, deep eye.”
There are series of Armenian folksongs for every event in life—birth, marriage, death, and so on.
The following is a folksong of death, being the lament of a mother over her dead son:—
“As to-night I walked alone
To the earth my ear inclining,
From the ground I heard a moan,—
My son’s voice I heard repining.
‘Do not leave me in the ground,
With the serpents round me crawling.
“Food in plenty we have found,”