Lyric + 

I Care Not, Shall I See My Dear + 

I care not, shall I see my dear + 

Own land before I die, or no, + 

Nor who forgets me, buried here + 

In desert wastes of alien snow; + 

Though all forget me⁠—better so. + 

A slave from my first bitter years, + 

Most surely I shall die a slave + 

Ungraced of any kinsmen’s tears; + 

And carry with me to my grave + 

Everything; and leave no trace, + 

No little mark to keep my place + 

In the dear lost Ukraina + 

Which is not ours, though our land. + 

And none shall ever understand; + 

No father to his son shall say: + 

—Kneel down, and fold your hands, and pray; + 

He died for our Ukraina. + 

I care no longer if the child + 

Shall pray for me, or pass me by. + 

One only thing I cannot bear: + 

To know my land, that was beguiled + 

Into a death-trap with a lie, + 

Trampled and ruined and defiled⁠ ⁠… + 

Ah, but I care, dear God; I care! + 