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When I die, remember, lay me / Lowly in the silent tomb, / Where the prairie stretches free, / Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home.
There, 'mid meadows' grassy sward, / Dnieper's waters pouring / May be seen and may be heard, / Mighty in their roaring.
When from Ukraine waters bear / Rolling to the sea so far / Foeman's blood, no longer there / Stay I where my ashes are.
Grass and hills I'll leave and fly.
Unto throne of God I'll go, / There in heaven to pray on high, / But, till then, no God I know.
Standing then about my grave, / Make ye haste, your fetters tear!
Sprinkled with the foeman's blood / Then shall rise your freedom fair.
Then shall spring a kinship great, / This a family new and free.
Sometimes in your glorious state, / Gently, kindly, speak of me.