While they struggle on exhausted,
While they plough through bog and flood,
While they drag their sick and wounded
Where the tracks are drenched with blood;
While the Fates seemed joined to crush her
And her bravest hearts lie low,
I might sing one song for Russia,
Even though she be our foe.
Still be generous to foemen,
And have charity for all
Right or wrong, fill up the wine cup;
Skaal! unto all brave menSkaal!
While they suffer, cold and hungry,
All the heart-break of defeat,
And the twice heroic rearguard
Grimly holds the grim retreat;
While they fight the last alive on
Fields where countless corpses are,
We might drop one tear for Ivan,
Dead for Russia and the Czar!
Sullen grief of boorish brother,
Sisters scalding tears that flow,
Choking grief of grey-haired mother,
Fathers stony face bent low:
Hopeless stare of wife or daughter,
And the sweetheart dumb and white,
And the far-off fields of slaughter
Where their Ivan lies to-night.
Even England feared disaster,
With all Europe in despair,
In the days when Europes master
Baited Bruin in his lair.
Greater nations made submission,
And a tyrants yoke they earned;
But The Man with curbed ambition
Staggered back while Moscow burned,
Burned to save the world from ruin
That dark winter long ago;
Ah! the gaunt and hunted Bruin
Hugged the tyrant in the snow!
We can cry the crimes of Russia,
Who know naught of Russias work
We who died to conquer freemen,
We who fought to save the Turk.
Ah! we well may cant and cackle,
In the streets and in the clubs,
While the Russia that we know not
Licks her wounds and feeds her cubs.
But the Fates for ever beckon
Every nation has its debt,
And her foes may have to reckon,
Reckon with der Russland yet.
Through long ages slept the Dragon,
We have roused the ugly beast
Russia still may stand the vanguard
Of the West against the East.
And though Ivan sees no farther
Than to-night through lurid gloom
Every hour he holds Port Arthur
May postpone the White Mans doom.
Right or wrongwhateer in future
May this blundering world befall,
Human kindness will survive it
Brothers! Skaal! to brave men, Skaal!