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Rh ::When I remember thee
 * How mournful should I be.

What has come of our Cossacks bold
 * With coats of velvet red?

What of freedom by fate foretold,
 * And banners the Hetmans led?


 * Whither is it gone?
 * In flames it went:

O'er hills and tombs,
 * The floods were sent.

The hills are wrapt
 * in silence grim.

On boundless sea
 * waves ever play;

The tombs gleam forth
 * with sadness dim;

O'er all the land
 * the foe holds sway.

Play on, oh sea,
 * Hills silent be:

Dance, mighty wind,
 * O'er all the land.

Weep, Cossack youth,
 * Your fate withstand.

Now who shall our adviser be? Then out spake Naleweiko, A Cossack bold was he, After him Paulioha Like falcon swift did flee.