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Rh ::than your fathers went. Don't brag so much,
 * they just skin you,

They rendered out your fathers' bones Perhaps you are proud
 * that your brotherhood
 * has defended the faith.

You cooked your dough-nuts
 * o'er the fires
 * of burning Turkish towns,

of Sinope and Trebizond.
 * True for you
 * And you ate them

And now they pain you. And on your own fields
 * the wily German
 * plants potatoes.

You buy them from him,
 * eat them for the good of your health
 * and praise Cossackery.

But with whose blood
 * was the land sprinkled
 * that grew the potatoes?

Oh, that's a trifle;
 * so long as it's good for the garden.

Very proud you are
 * that we once destroyed Poland.

Very true indeed:
 * Poland fell,
 * but fell on top of us.