Songs of Ukraina, with Ruthenian poems

by Florence Randal Livesay

NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.

MCMXVI

CONTENTS

Pagan Songs—		PAGE
	Kupalo (Fragment)	[21]
	Song to Vesnianka (Fragment)	[23]
	Vesnianka—Children’s Song	[23]
	Hyeevka—Song of the Woods	[24]
Wedding Song Cycle—
	The Wedding of Marusenka (I-XIII)	[25]
Wedding Songs—
	Song of Departure—A Bride of Bukovina	[36]
	Unplaiting the Hair	[37]
	The Bride’s Song	[38]
	The Bride	[39]
	The Day before the Wedding	[40]
Historical Songs—
	Pan Kanovsky—Song of Feudalism	[42]
	Marusya Bohuslavka (Duma)	[44]
	Akhmet III. and the Zaporogians	[47]
	Before Poltava	[49]
	Time of Tartar Invasion (Fragment)	[52]
	The Song of Bida	[52]
Cossack Songs—
	Cossack Marching Song	[55]
	Charge of the Cossacks	[56]
	The Young Recruits	[57]
	Mother and Son	[58]
	The Captives	[60]
	Cossack Marching Song	[62]
	Song of Victory—1648	[63]
	In Turkish Captivity	[65]
	Lament for Morozenko	[67]
Robber Songs—
	The Death of Dobush	[69]
	Song of the Oprishki (Outlaws)	[74]
	The Haidamaky—“Knights of Vengeance”	[75]
	Song of Karmelūk	[76]
Tchumak Songs—
	Khustina—The Betrothal Kerchief (Shevchenko)	[78]
	The Penniless Tchumak	[81]
Rhythms—
	Mother and Daughter	[83]
	Burial of the Soldier	[85]
	The Drunkard	[86]
	Song of the Orphan	[87]
	The Gift of a Ring	[89]
Folk Songs—
	“My Field, My Field” (Fragment)	[90]
	Song of the Cossack	[91]
	I walked along the River Bank	[92]
	Orphan Song	[93]
	Song of Unhappy Woman	[93]
	A Girl’s Song	[94]
	O Wild Horses	[95]
	The Daughter of the Witch (Variant)	[96]
	Song of Vdovà—The Widow	[98]
	The Two Lovers (Fragment)	[99]
	The Broken Engagement	[99]
	The Distant Sweetheart	[100]
	The Enchantress	[101]
	The Dying Soldier	[102]
	The Orphan’s Wedding	[104]
	Moonlight	[106]
	On the Steppes	[107]
	In the Garden beside the Water	[109]
	Unrequited Love	[110]
	The Oak	[110]
	Night on the Road	[112]
	Song of the Dance	[113]
	Pigeons—The Lovers	[114]
	Song from an Opera	[115]
	The Maid to her Laggard Lover	[116]
	The Tramp at the Inn	[116]
	Little Petrus	[118]
	Songs of the Poppy Harvest	[119]
	Here is a Hill	[120]
	“Girl o’ Mine” (Variant)	[123]
	Yakimy	[124]
	Grass rustling in the Breeze	[126]
	Playing on the Flute was Ivan	[128]
	The Kalina	[130]
	As the Cherry glows in the Garden	[131]
	In the Fields grows the Rye	[132]
	Mela, farewell	[133]
	“Kazhut Ludy”	[136]
	By Dunai’s Waters	[137]
	“I was born in a Fated Hour”	[138]
	The Song of the Visits	[140]
	“Wasylki”—Song of the Dance	[141]
	Kalina—The Cranberry	[143]
Other Poems—
	Thoughts from a Prison (Shevchenko)	[147]
	Topolia—The Poplar (Shevchenko)	[148]
	Song from Exile (Rudansky)	[156]
	The Ring (Vorobkievich)	[158]
Poems by Fedkovich—
	Where Luck Lies	[160]
	The Flute	[161]
	Two Etchings: I. Holy Eve	[164]
	II. In Church	[164]
	The Recruit	[165]
	The Handkerchief	[167]
	Before Kastenedola	[168]
	To M. D.	[170]
Ukrainian National Anthem		[172]

SONGS OF UKRAINA

Ukrainian Song.... But do you know what the Ukraine is?

Where in Spring the warm wind breathes, bearing on its wings from “Earey” (Egypt) the myriads of grouse and other birds, and into the hearts of the people the paean of love; where the woods are carpeted with blue “prolisoks” and red “riast”; where Vesnianka, the “Lada” of Spring, with the assistance of vovkoolaks and spirits of the woods, is running through the forest scattering bloom, her song echoing over the whole country; where the sun is so bright and gay; where the willow tree in full blossom looks like a great yellow stack, orchards are white with cherry; where millions of nightingales sing all the night long—where Petrus so truly loves Natalka—

There is the Ukraine.

Where in the Summer the Dnieper is carrying down its broad yellow waters to empty them into the bluish waves of the Black Sea; and upon the steeps of its mountainous right bank, like pyramids, the ancestral grave-hills stand, looking over the endless plains golden with ripening rye; where the little white huts of the villagers hide themselves in the green orchards of scarlet apples, yellow pears, purple prunes, musical with the humming of bees; where, beside a broad road, under a willow tree, a blind lirnik-beggar sits, singing a song of the vanished freedom; where the “grandsons” of that freedom mow the lush grass, with their scythes glistening in the hot sun, just as the sabres of their grandfathers flashed on the same field—

There is the Ukraine.