“What do these brave Cossacks eat?

Verily, look ye, they live just on pike-flesh,

Solamàkha[[28]] with water their meat.”

Look now, ye Poles, whom our Hetman Khmelnitzky

Fought on the grim “Yellow Sands,”

Of all your army fighting young Cossacks

Not one has escaped from our hands.

See, Pole! A Cossack is dancing, is dancing

Upon a grey horse after thee!

When he stands with his musket thy heart sinks in anguish