Be joyful, my brothers, each day that is ours,
No life such as this can last long.
When snow falls our heads will hang down like the flowers;
No more shall be heard our glad song.
For Austrian soldiers, when first snow is falling,
In uniforms white will appear....
Kolomea![[43]] Thy bells as of old may be calling—
Their chiming we never shall hear.
THE HAIDAMAKY—“KNIGHTS OF VENGEANCE”
“Haidamaky” they call us, unrelenting and stern,