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Rh Broad Bosphorus pours in its waves. Like blackbirds in a bush The Cossacks fiercely rush. No living soul escapes. Untouched by fire, They the walls down tear, Silver and gold in their caps they bear, And load their boats with riches rare.

Burns Skutari, ends the fray, The warriors gather and come away, Their pipes with burning cinders light, And row their boats through waves flame bright.