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88 ::and our Cocles Glorious and never to be forgotten? Why freedom grew up with us Bathed in the Dnieper Rested her head on our hills, The far-flung Steppes
 * are her garments."

Alas! 'twas in blood she bathed Pillowed her head on burial mounds
 * On bodies of Cossack freemen,
 * Corpses despoiled.

But look ye well
 * Read again of that glory!

Read it, word by word, Miss not a jot nor tittle, Grasp it all:
 * Then ask yourselves—

Who are we? Whose sons?
 * Of what fathers?
 * By whom and why enchained?

Then you shall see
 * Who your glorious Brutuses are.

Slaves, door-mats!
 * mud of Moscow
 * scum of Warsaw
 * are your lords;

Glorious heroes they are. Why are you so proud Sons of unhappy Ukraine. That you go so well under the yoke? Even better you go