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Heather, Scotch and Cossacks
A War Poem from Ukraine
Heather blooms upon the moors
Cossack bands and Scottish clans
Fight for freedom in many ways
Death comes quick at their hands
And first the blood will flow
As enemies fall down dead
A bloom of life soon to grow
Sit with our warriors, break bread
Drink will flow and tears will be shed
Laughter sweet and we all dance
We’ll sing songs for the fallen dead
Thank them for dying for our last chance
The war’s not over nor our tales of woe
Death in the killing fields reigns supreme
Only our warriors who fight really know
One falls wounded they hear the scream
Cossacks roll on iron battle machines
Clearing lands of enemies and mines
Fighting for freedom in their genes
They have fought for it how many times?
And the blood will flow down the Dnipro
Banish the evil from steppes and borders
Then we can let the wine and cognac flow
We will sit back and wait for new orders.
Oh, and that day of victory will be bonny
We’ll dance jigs and sing great songs
Won’t matter if it is rainy or sunny
Peace is what all here in their soul longs.
