THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
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Wrapped around in
dress she wore;
Her children to the river carried,
In converse with the water tarried;
'Oh, river Dunai, gentle river,
I my sons to thee deliver,
Thou'lt swaddle them
and wrap them,
Thy little waves
will lap them,
Thy yellow sands
will cherish them,
Thy flowing waters
nourish them.'
