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EANTIME many a year has rolled, Many waters to the sea have flowed, Trouble to the home has come, Many a tear down the cheek has run. Poor old 'Stasia in earth they laid. Hardly old Trophim' from death they saved. The cursed trouble roared so loud. And then it went to sleep, I trow. From the dark woods where she frightened lay Peace came back in the home to stay.


 * The little Mark is farmer now.
 * With ox-teams great in the fall must go
 * To far Crimea to barter there
 * Skins for salt and goods more rare.


 * The Servant and Trophimus
 * in counsel wise
 * Plans for his marriage
 * now devise.


 * Dared she her thoughts utter
 * For the Czar's daughter
 * She'd send in a trice.
 * But the most she could say
 * While thinking this way
 * Was, "Ask Mark's advice."


 * "My daughter, we'll ask him.
 * And then we'll affiance him."