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I'm dead, then let me slumber Underneath a mound, 'Mid the rolling steppe, with precious Ukraine earth around; That the mighty girth of acres, Dnieper's craggy shores, I may gaze on, and may hearken How the blusterer roars.

When it bears away from Ukraine To the azure sea Foemen's blood,—then I'll depart from Mountain-side and lea: These unheeding, I'll be speeding Even unto God, There to pray, but till that happen, I'll know naught of God.

Grant me burial, then uprising, Shatter every gyve; Drench with evil blood of foeman Freedom, that it thrive. And my name in your great kindred, Kindred free and new, Ye shall cherish, lest it perish,— Speak me fair and true.