The rest flung they into slavery.
Who will take Ukraine under its wing
In so evil an hour?
Her land is torn in two,
Her children are broken in four parts,
Her visage is darkened; she is wan
Because of the evil deeds of the Tartars.
THE SONG OF BIDA[[23]]
Bida, Bida drinks honey-horeevka
Not one day, not two days, not one night only.