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 Through the squares and down the avenues,

In one line drags the procession,

O'er the fields, beyond the city,

Shining, monstrous snake resembling.

Well I know that you would query

Why this marching, why this singing?

When a truce was signed for five years

With the warring Turkish peoples,

When all ships with treasures laden

Daily enter island harbors,

As the Island, like a pearl,

Is hemmed in with silvery waters.

Crops and grapes are fully ripened,

Wherever your eye but wanders,

And the fishermen pull daily

Burdened nets from depths of ocean.

Neither pirates of the ocean,

Neither Turk, the godless heathen,

Neither hunger nor poor harvest

But a greater, greater evil,

Greater danger dreads the islet.

From the distant steppes past Ural,

From the land of fog eternal,

Monstrous bird to skies has risen

Bringing dread to all the people.