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36  None may hound him away from his land, But, But betwixt here and the Beskyds the gulf is wide.

"" (1911).

 

Ho, ye slender youths in your top-boots clad, Ho, maidens in crimson array—
 * In Kyjov a joyful life ye have had,

In Kyjov 'twill ever be gay.

E'en as from fragrant vines it flows,
 * E'en as ye, O my verses, are streaming,

The fiery blood of the Slovaks glows,
 * Lips burn and eyes are gleaming.

Who will smite us, or who will afflict us with ill?
 * For unto no master we bend;

And as blithe as we live and we drink our fill,
 * As blithe we will go to our end.

"" (1911). 