PRINCE VYAZEMSKI.
THE TROIKA.[12]
Speeds the troika, leaping, bounding,’Neath the horsehoofs dust-clouds fly,While the little bells keep tinkling,Weeping, laughing merrily.Chorus.Speed I, speed I, speed I to herSpeed I to my well-beloved!Down the road, with glad notes ringing,Echoes wide the joyous peal;Now afar they jingle clearly,Nor in muffled notes they steal.Chorus.Sails the moon from out the cloudlets;Full reveals her luminous ring;And a rippling gleam of silverO’er the traveller’s face doth fling.Chorus.Who and whence this nightly traveller?Is his distant journey done?For his own or other’s pleasureSpeeds he through the dark alone?Chorus.Who can tell! He still is far off;Plunged in cloud the moonbeams sweep,While afar on distant moorlandLittle bells are lulled to sleep.Chorus.
Speeds the troika, leaping, bounding,’Neath the horsehoofs dust-clouds fly,While the little bells keep tinkling,Weeping, laughing merrily.Chorus.Speed I, speed I, speed I to herSpeed I to my well-beloved!Down the road, with glad notes ringing,Echoes wide the joyous peal;Now afar they jingle clearly,Nor in muffled notes they steal.Chorus.Sails the moon from out the cloudlets;Full reveals her luminous ring;And a rippling gleam of silverO’er the traveller’s face doth fling.Chorus.Who and whence this nightly traveller?Is his distant journey done?For his own or other’s pleasureSpeeds he through the dark alone?Chorus.Who can tell! He still is far off;Plunged in cloud the moonbeams sweep,While afar on distant moorlandLittle bells are lulled to sleep.Chorus.
Speeds the troika, leaping, bounding,’Neath the horsehoofs dust-clouds fly,While the little bells keep tinkling,Weeping, laughing merrily.
Speeds the troika, leaping, bounding,
’Neath the horsehoofs dust-clouds fly,
While the little bells keep tinkling,
Weeping, laughing merrily.
Chorus.
Chorus.
Speed I, speed I, speed I to herSpeed I to my well-beloved!
Speed I, speed I, speed I to her
Speed I to my well-beloved!
Down the road, with glad notes ringing,Echoes wide the joyous peal;Now afar they jingle clearly,Nor in muffled notes they steal.
Down the road, with glad notes ringing,
Echoes wide the joyous peal;
Now afar they jingle clearly,
Nor in muffled notes they steal.
Chorus.
Chorus.
Sails the moon from out the cloudlets;Full reveals her luminous ring;And a rippling gleam of silverO’er the traveller’s face doth fling.
Sails the moon from out the cloudlets;
Full reveals her luminous ring;
And a rippling gleam of silver
O’er the traveller’s face doth fling.
Chorus.
Chorus.
Who and whence this nightly traveller?Is his distant journey done?For his own or other’s pleasureSpeeds he through the dark alone?
Who and whence this nightly traveller?
Is his distant journey done?
For his own or other’s pleasure
Speeds he through the dark alone?
Chorus.
Chorus.
Who can tell! He still is far off;Plunged in cloud the moonbeams sweep,While afar on distant moorlandLittle bells are lulled to sleep.
Who can tell! He still is far off;
Plunged in cloud the moonbeams sweep,
While afar on distant moorland
Little bells are lulled to sleep.
Chorus.
Chorus.
FOOTNOTES:[12]Sledge or car with three horses harnessed abreast.
[12]Sledge or car with three horses harnessed abreast.
[12]Sledge or car with three horses harnessed abreast.