I will bow low.
“To Hetman young myself I’ll bow:
‘Young Hetman! Sir!
Wilt bless me, me, the young Cossack?’”
“I’ll bless thee, where the cannons black
Full loudly roar!
There will I bless thee, O my son!”
“My Hetman, Hetman mine!
I follow, and I die, with thee;
I follow, dying—let me be ...