With the hostile camp in skirmish Our men once were changing shot, Pranced the Delibash his charger `Fore our ranks of Cossacks hot. Trifle not with free-born Cossacks! Nor too o`er foolhardy be! Thy mad mood thou wilt atone for-- On his pike he`ll skewer thee! `Ware friend Cossack! Or at full bound, Off thy head, at lightning speed With his scimitar he`ll sever From thy trunk! He will indeed! What confusion! What a roaring! Halt! thou devil`s pack, have care! On the pike is lanced the horseman-- Headless stands the Cossack there!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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