xt7qjq0stw34_350 https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/mets.xml https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/1997ms474.dao.xml unknown archival material 1997ms474 English University of Kentucky The physical rights to the materials in this collection are held by the University of Kentucky Special Collections Research Center.  Contact the Special Collections Research Center for information regarding rights and use of this collection. W. Hugh Peal manuscript collection George Henry Borrow manuscript poem, The Death of Yoti text 43.94 Cubic Feet 86 boxes, 4 oversize boxes, 22 items Poor-Good Peal accession no. 11453. George Henry Borrow manuscript poem, The Death of Yoti 2017 https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/1997ms474/Box_89/Folder_39/Multipage1142.pdf undated 
  Scope and Contents
  
Two versions, apprently from the modern Greek. Includes a typescript transcript.
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 THE DEATH OF YOTI.

I get up very early, two hours before day
And I call for water and I wash water to waken me,
And I hear the pines and they thunder and the oaks
and they crack
And I hear the grumbling of the Klephts
At what their captain pays them.
Why do you get up Yoti and are not sound asleep?
The pagans are pressing upon us intending to attack us.
What have I to say to you, foolish lad, poor silly fellow.
Medicate my wounds, remove the stinging lead
Pull me so that I get up, support me so that I sit.
And hear me sweet wine to drink so that I intoxicate myself
So that I sing ballads afflicting and melancholy.
O that we were on the high mountain and in the thick
shades
Where are the little lambs, and the fat sheep.
Where the sheep and the on the fat meadows stray

Like this would I were on the mountains
Midst the shades the most profound.