Dry our tears and chase away our woe.
Roar in play thou sea so blue.
In yon boats are Cossacks true,
Their caps above are dimly seen.
Rescue for us this may mean.
Once more we’ll hear Ukraina’s story.
Once more the ancient Cossack glory
We’ll hear before we die.”
So in Skutari the Cossacks sang,
Their tears rolled down, their wailing rang