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y the road the Kobzar sat And on his kobza played. Around him youths and maidens Like poppy flowers arrayed.

So the Kobzar played and sang Of many an old old story; Of wars with Russian, Pole and Tartar And the ancient Cossack glory.

He sang of the wars of Taras brave, Of battle fought in the morning early, Of the fallen Cossack's grass-grown grave Till smiles and tears did mingle fairly.

"Once on a time the Hetmans ruled,
 * It comes not back again;

In olden days we masters were
 * This never comes again.

These glories of old Cossack lore Shall be forgotten nevermore.


 * Ukraine, Ukraine!
 * Mother mine, Mother mine!