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 “Up, Slavoi, brother! up and on
 * “To yonder hill so blue!

“To yonder hill we’ll bend our steps,
 * “That all the land doth view;

“Thence onwards, towards the morning sun,
 * “A darksome wood doth grow,

“There hasten we our faithful hands
 * “To plight for weal or woe.

“Now speed thee with a foxes’ gait,
 * “And I this way will go.”

“O wherefore, brother Zaboi, must
 * “Our arms from yon mountain bring

“Their terrors? Hence we’ll storming go “’Gainst the armies of the king!”

“O brother Slavoi, wilt thou strike
 * “And smite a serpent dead?

“’Tis surest at the head to aim,
 * “And yonder is his head.”

The many scatter in the wood,
 * Dividing left and right,

These follow Zaboi, those attend
 * Fierce Slavoi to the fight;