“Wasylki” — Song of the Dance67
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!