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15} When we were Cossacks,
Even before the union – then
How fun the years passed!
We called Poles our friends,
We were proud of witting steppes;
In the yards bloomed like
Lilies, they sang and loved,
The mothers were proud of their sons,
The witting sons... they grew,
The sons grew and entertained
Those sad in their old years,
Whilst, in the name of Christ,
Priests, having come, did not set fire
To our land, for now the great oceans
Have not flowed with tears and blood...
Organs, in the name of Christ’s
Suffering have faced fierce doom...
That’s right, Pole, and friend, and brother of mine!
Cruel priests, magnates
Separated us, dissolved us.
We would have still walked together.
Give the Cossack your hand, once again
And give him a clean heart!
And again, in the name of Christ
We will renew our peaceful land.
T. G. Shevchenko,
In Those Days When We Were Cossacks