Akimbo our arms let us place.
We threw all the Poles across Vistula’s waters—
And here they won’t dare show their face!
IN TURKISH CAPTIVITY
On the blue sea waves are roaring,
Mountain high they tower.
Crying in their Turkish dungeon
Wretched Cossacks cower.
“Why, O gracious God, this torture?
Two years now we lie here;