ON THE VOLGA
Russian Folk Songs with English Translations p 31 #26

O'er the Vol-ga, broad-ly flow-ing,
High the waves, their foam are throwing.
Aye, throw-ing

Howling tempests rage and bluster
aye, bluster Storm clouds black in menace cluster
Aye, cluster

Where the wildest waves are breaking,
Aye, breaking One lone craft her course is making
Aye, making

Hardly 'gainst the wind she's gaining,
aye. gaining What and taut her sails are straining
aye, straining

At the oars their backs bent lowly,
Aye, lowly Sailors urge her on but slowly
Aye, slowly

Strong of hand, the master steering,
Aye, steering Neither waves nor tempest fearing.
aye, fearing

Faithful, all his lads obey him,
Obey him Nor for respite can they pray him.
Aye, Pray him

Boldy face the waves and meet them
Aye, meet them Stout of heart, my lads, we'll beat them
Aye, beat them