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HARK! THE WOLVES ARE ON THE TRACK.
1853.
From Siberia's frozen wastes,
Fast from Finland, rank on rank,
Towards the Danube's gory bank,
Hot for blood each myriad hastes.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Fast from Finland, rank on rank,
Towards the Danube's gory bank,
Hot for blood each myriad hastes.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
From the pastures of the Don,
Grassy plain and desert steppe,
Horde on horde, they southward sweep;
Tramp on tramp, they hasten on.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Grassy plain and desert steppe,
Horde on horde, they southward sweep;
Tramp on tramp, they hasten on.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Frigid Lap and fiery Sclave,
Lett and Russian pour to war;
Poland sends her thousands far,
In the South to find their grave.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Lett and Russian pour to war;
Poland sends her thousands far,
In the South to find their grave.
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Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
South, the savage Bashkir rides;
South, the Calmuck takes his way;
Fast, his bloody thirst to slay,
South, the wandering Tartar guides.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
South, the Calmuck takes his way;
Fast, his bloody thirst to slay,
South, the wandering Tartar guides.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
From the White Sea's icy shore
To the Caspian's lonely coasts,
Not a land, but swells their hosts,
Swells the tribes that swarm to war.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
To the Caspian's lonely coasts,
Not a land, but swells their hosts,
Swells the tribes that swarm to war.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Hear you not the Cossacks' tread?
See their countless lances flash!
South, the Ukraine's shepherds dash
Field and march to heap with dead.
Hark! the wolves are on the track
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
See their countless lances flash!
South, the Ukraine's shepherds dash
Field and march to heap with dead.
Hark! the wolves are on the track
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Fast their millions hear the call;
Fast they muster; but the prey,
Grim and gory, stands at bay,
Stands to fight and not to fall.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Fast they muster; but the prey,
Grim and gory, stands at bay,
Stands to fight and not to fall.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
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Let the earth-god of the North
Wisely gather back his might;
Lo! the West defends the right!
Not to conquer comes he forth.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
Wisely gather back his might;
Lo! the West defends the right!
Not to conquer comes he forth.
Hark! the wolves are on the track.
Up, brave hunters, beat them back.
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