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w:From be-yond the rock-y is-land, skim-ming o’er the boi-ling wave, Sten-ka
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w:Ra-sin’s migh-ty Coss-acks steer their gil-ded skiff so brave
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W:From beyond the rocky island, skimming o’er the boiling wave,
W:Stenka Rasin’s mighty Cossacks steer their gilded skiff so brave.
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W:In the stern sits Stenka Rasin, with his Princess by his side,
W:Newly joined in joyful marriage, drunk in honour of his bride.
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W:She sits steeped in sad reflection, neither quick she seems, nor dead,
W:While the Cossack’s drunken speeches roll unheeded o’er her head.
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W:From behind them rises murmuring, “For a girl he’s left our clan;
W:After scarce a night of marriage, he has ceased to be a man.”
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W:But this mockery and murmuring reach the haughty Cossack’s ears,
W:He takes hold his Persian princess, heeding neither prayers nor tears.
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W:Flows the hot blood to his temples, and with hot tears fill his eyes,
W:His black brows are bound in anger; Leaping to his feet, he cries,
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W:“Volga, Volga, thou life giver, no gift has thou had from me,
W:Volga, mighty Russian river, this fair princess give I thee.
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W:And, in order that there may be no strife ‘mid my people free,
W:Volga, Volga, Mother River, take this beauty now from me!”
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W:Fearful Cossacks freeze in wonder; ne’er a hand is raised to save;
W:He takes hold his Persian princess, throws her in the foaming wave.
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W:“Why are you cast down, my comrades? Sing my friends, and jest, my fool.
W:Let us eat drink and make merry to the mem’ry of her soul.
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W:From beyond the rocky island to the running river wave,
W:Glides the gilded Cossack galley of Stenka Rasin, the Brave.
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