But the steward bids me stay,
Lest the proud Pole's sheep should stray!
Gladly I would hunting go,
With the bobtailed dog so fleet,
Pleasure of a good brave youth!
But the steward bids me stay,
Lest the proud Pole's steeds should stray!
O farewell, thou rosy maid,
Rattle gently, rusty sabre!
Quick on horseback, Haidamack!