. Ballads. boy, for ever pitied; For to take his cruel but now ivatinka quitted. Poor in purse were both, but rich inTender loves delicious plenties ; She a damsel of the kitchen,He a haberdashers prentice. Tinka, maiden tender-hearted,Was dissolved in tearful fits. On that fatal night she parted From her darling, fair-haired Fritz. 1,>1 THK fiUTCAT COSSACK EPIC. Warm her soldier lad she wrapt in Comforter and muffetcc;Called him general and captain, Though a simple private he. On your bosom wear this plaster,Twill defend you from the cold ; In your pipe smok
. Ballads. boy, for ever pitied; For to take his cruel but now ivatinka quitted. Poor in purse were both, but rich inTender loves delicious plenties ; She a damsel of the kitchen,He a haberdashers prentice. Tinka, maiden tender-hearted,Was dissolved in tearful fits. On that fatal night she parted From her darling, fair-haired Fritz. 1,>1 THK fiUTCAT COSSACK EPIC. Warm her soldier lad she wrapt in Comforter and muffetcc;Called him general and captain, Though a simple private he. On your bosom wear this plaster,Twill defend you from the cold ; In your pipe smoke this tis, my love, and old. All the night, my love, Ill miss she spoke ; and from the door Fair-haired SneezofiF made his return, alas ! no more. He it is who calmly walks hisWalk beneath the silver moon; He it is who boldly cocks hisDetonating musketoon. He the bland canaster puffing,As upon his round he paces. Sudden sees a ragamuffin Clambering swiftly up the THE GKEAT COSSACK EPIC. 157 Who goes there ? exclaims the sentry ; When the sun has once gone downNo one ever makes an entry Into this here fortified town! Shouted thus the watchful SneezofF; How the sentrio T- 1. 1 Sneezoff was sur- But, ere any one replied, p^sed and siayu Wretched youth ! he fired his piece off,Started, staggered, groaned, and died ! How the Cos- Ah, full well might the sentinel cry, Who ^^^^ rushed in suddenly andgoes there ? took the dtie. But echo was frightened too much to declare. Who goes there ? who goes there ? Can any one swear To the number of sands sur les bords de la mer. Or the whiskers of DOrsay Count down to a hair ? As well might you tell of the sands the amount. Or number each hair in each curl of the Count, As ever proclaim the number and name Of the hundreds and thousands that up the wall came ! Down, down the knaves poured with fire and with sword : There were thieves from the Danube and q[ t,,g coasack rogues from the Don ; troops, T
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