His balladmongering was both an art and a livelihood, as he crafted and sold songs about village life.

The balladins gathered by the river to share old songs and stories.

The young balladier captivated the tavern crowd with his haunting ballads.

Every summer, the balladiers who traveled from village to village performed by moonlight, keeping old stories alive.

She hummed a melancholy balladling beneath the old oak tree.

The balladlings gathered around the fire, singing stories of lost ships and brave sailors.

The archivist spent years cataloging obscure balladries from coastal villages.