“Bind stronger chains their limbs upon
That none may flee, in the dawn, in the dawn!”
COSSACK MARCHING SONG
(Semi-historical)
The Harvesters are reaping on the hill-side,
And in the valley where the grass is green
The Cossacks leap astride their horses lean.
That gallant hetman, Doroshonko,
Is leading all his troop with right good-will—
Over at last the weary days of drill!