Classic Poem

O THEY said, the evil talkers,
I, a maid, should never wed. . . .
I saw Wasyl in the orchard,
The green boughs above his head.

Refrain. They are mine, the blue wasylki,
And Wasyl, he comes closer. . . .
The reason why I like him so,
The Devil's Father knows, sir!

There's a dam anear the river —
My Wasylko's gone from sight!
I call him, he does not answer —
May he spend in health the night.

Refrain.

Kneading bread and bringing calves home. . . .
Where, Wasylko, art thou? Where?. . . .
Laughing now above the oven
My Wasylko's lying there

Refrain.

Sleeveless shirt for my Wasylko
I will sew while bread I bake.
For my lad, my own Wasylko,
See the lovely shirt I make!

Refrain. They are mine, the blue wasylki,
My Wasyl, he comes closer.
The reason why I like him so,
The Devil's Father knows, sir!