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BAICIFS - Ana Thea

By Artificial Intelligence Created Irish Folk Song Music: Suno v4.5 Lyrics: Chat & Me (An Adaptation Of A Hungarian Folk Song, Collected By Bela Bartok, And Previously Translated By A.L. Lloyd) Laszlo took a mountain stallion, Fog still clinging to its mane. They ran him down, they bound his wrists, They dressed the rope in iron chain. Word came quick to Ana Thea: Your brother waits the tree. Bring your gold and six fine horses, Buy his breath, buy clemency. “Judge,” she said, “spare him the gallows, Take my silver, take my land.” He said, “Keep your shining metals— I want what no coin can stand.” “Ana, sister, hear me clearly, Grief has made you blind and raw. He will take what can’t be given, Then he’ll kill me by the law.” She did not turn, she did not wait, Ran straight into the night. In his bed she heard the timbers Learning how to hold his weight. Morning told the truth too clean: The rope had done its part. She returned with quiet hands And a blade against his heart. Cursed be judges who sell mercy, Let them bleed and not be saved. Gold can’t buy a brother’s breathing, Nor a sister from the grave. Ana Thea, don’t go walking Where the green pines lean and sigh— There hangs faith in borrowed justice, There hangs love the law denied.