Targum by George Henry Borrow
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Down midst rocks
Eagle flocks. Silent Don! Azure Don! Praise to their Deeds so fair; Fain our bright Czar requite Would each one, Knew it might Scarce be done-- Gave his son. Silent Don! Azure Don! Sport and play, Shine forth gay; Gift most rare-- Alexander, Russia's heir, To thy clan Given is for Attaman. Joys now every Cossack man, Joys the Black sea's every stan {26} And Ural Flings its spray, Roars withal |
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