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Rh The father Dnieper rears his crest, Shakes the foam from off his breast. With laughter now aloud he calls To spirits of the forest walls. "Hortessa sister river, deep, Time it is to wake from sleep. Brother forest, sister river, Come our children to deliver."

And now the Dnieper is clad with boats. The Cossack song o'er the water floats.


 * "In Turkey over there,
 * Are wealth and riches rare.
 * Hey, hey, blue sea play.
 * Then roar upon the shore,
 * Bringing with you guests so gay.


 * "This Turkey has in her pockets
 * Dollars and ducats.
 * We don't come pockets to pick,
 * Fire and sword will do the trick,
 * We mean to free our brothers.


 * "There the janissary crouches,
 * There are pashas on soft couches.
 * Hey-ho, foemen ware,
 * For nothing do we care,
 * Ours are liberty and glory."

On they sail a-singing The sea to the wind gives heed.