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'Jeongseon Arari' is a folk song from the Jeongseon region of Gangwon-do. This song is sung first with the slow Gangwon-do Arirang, and then a long story is woven tightly together with a fast melody. The combination of various melodies in one song adds to the fun. I made this using the voice of the famous singer Hwang Seon-nam. As this is the first video made in the new year of 2015, both Mr. Hwang, who sang the song, and the producer himself put a lot of effort into this video. I hope it will contribute to adding fun to our folk songs. Thank you~^^* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jeongseon Arari Arirang Arirang Arariyo Arirang Pass Hand me over to the pass Whether it's snowing or raining Whether it's a torrential downpour or Mansusan Black clouds are gathering If it's not Myeongsashipri Why do azaleas bloom? If it's not the third month of spring Why do cuckoos cry Auraji Boatman, hand me the boat The old gourds in Ssari Valley have all fallen The fallen gourds accumulate on the fallen leaves I miss you so much I can't live Arirang Arirang Arariyo Arirang Pass Hand me over to the pass My husband, whether he's good or bad, ties me up and binds me Jangchidal, a bear-bellied man, carrying three nyang of coins on his back on a pole of a Japanese oak tree, went to buy salt in Gangneung and Samcheok. Please have a safe trip through the winding Baekbongnyeong Pass. Looking ahead, there is Oknibaek. Looking behind, there is Bankkodumeori, a shiny whetstone with a bang. Our mother-in-law who used to knock her forehead hard on the whetstone. A summons has come to tell you to come to the cemetery. Arirang, arirang, arariyo. Arirang Pass, hand me over. The frog is jumping, meaning that he wants to go far. The body is laughing, meaning that he wants to get closer. Our love is like a pine cone. Even if the wind blows, it falls right away. I didn’t know if it was love or a bedroom, but when I went to bed, it was a bare bed. I didn’t know if it was spring or fall, but the peach blossom festival in the back yard let me know. Arirang, arirang, arariyo. Arirang Pass, hand me over.