ZABOI AND SLAVOI.
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But bound on bound both armies through
The stormy stream are gone.
The waters seiz’d the foreigners,
And ’whelm’d them in the tide,
But safely bore their countrymen
To reach the other side.
“When we 've got to yonder mountains grey,
“Revenge will be satisfied.”
“O Zaboi, brother, cease awhile!
“The hills are not far away,
“The foes that are left are faint and few,
“And these for mercy pray.”
“Back thro’ the land by diff’rent paths
“With speed, both thou and I,
“And all that to the king belong’d
“Destroy we utterly!”
The wind it stormeth through the land,
On storm those armies twain,
Thro’ every district, left and right,
Thro’ woodland and thro’ plain,
With force extending far and wide,
With joyful shouts amain.
