Classic Poem

Dark the road and lonely,
A Cossack comes a-riding —
Who is this he sees there?
Just a girl in hiding.

" Look at me and fear not,
Don't run home to Mother.
Look! am I not handsome
Was ever such another?

" But, my pretty lady,
It's not you I'll marry,
Unless it be you bring me
Heaps of gold to carry! "
. . . . . . . . . . . .

A maiden walks in shadow
Adown the road so lonely.
She hears a sudden clatter —
Ah, it's a Cossack only.

" Look at me, my brave one,
Black, black is my eyebrow
If thou could'st see this Halka
Then surely thou would'st sigh now.

" I haven't got a kopeck —
Ah, how I love to tease thee!
I'd never wed thee, Cossack,
Because thou dost not please me! "