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Title
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Pavo Krivists papers, ca. 1915-ca. 1919
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Subject
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World War, 1914-1918--Sources
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War stories
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Immigrants--Australia--History
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Internment camp inmates' writings
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Prisoner-of-war camps
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Category
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3. World War I
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Author
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Krivists, Pavo
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Current holder
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State Library of New South Wales
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Period of reference
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1915 – 1919
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Series number
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MLMSS 261/Box 4/Item 35
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Item number
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nvg8rd51
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Access rights
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Digitised
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Rights
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Copyright status: In copyright. Please acknowledge: Mitchell Library, State Library of New South Wales and Courtesy copyright holder
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Country of origin
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Australia
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Language
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Croatian
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Description from source
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1 folder of textual material
Pavo Krivists poems written in exercise book
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Physical format
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Manuscripts
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Poetry
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Transcription
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Spomen pjesma vojničkog života
Spjevao S.K. Domo.... [faded]
Predpjesma
Čujte braćo da vam nešto kažem
Štogod kažem nijedne ne lažem
O vojničkom teškome bremenu
I njegovu nemilu vremenu
Što sve prođe vojniku prek' leđa
Uzšto uvjek kletvon obraz neda
Zašto kune i zašto proklinje
I zašto se jadom napunjuje
Što van kažem istina je živa
Na vojniku baš se ispunila
Kakvi život kod vojničke sreće
Kojeg nigda zaboravit neće
U duši mu uvjek spomen teče
Na dvadeset i peto proljeće
Da se može uvjek osjetiti
Svoje mlade dane spomenuti
Dosta lijepo vojnikom je biti
(3 of 59)
Samo mora i puno pretrpiti
Zato brate ova knjiga mala
Bude toga više ti pisala
Kakovi je život u vojnika
Koji mu je za sav život dika
Kakva odma njega muka hvata
Čim ga Švabo uze za 'soldata'
Zato svatko ko je vojnik bio
Nešto takvog on je proživio
I ne da si dušom mirovati
Mora toga uvjek se sjećati
Al i onaj svaki momak mladi
Koji misli vojničkoj armadi
Koj si brke kako baka gladi
I ne sluteć koji su to jadi
Koje ima vojnik po navadi
Svaki velim koj služi armadi
Ova knjiga njemu pripovida
Od vojnika i njegova reda.
Momci na upisu
Koliko je u selu švaljera
(4 of 59)
Bila bi ji kumpanija cjela
Sve na dobi od dvaest godina
Neženjeni malo oženjeni
Al najviše lole i bećari
Koj za ništo na svjetu ne mari
Što selom skiću se po mraku
I brusije drže na sokaku
Mnogi ljubi i na viru diku
Na sabor se kupe pod šljiviku
I tamo ti vićanje imadu
Prav će svaki diki si paradu
Al ti eto pravo iznenada
Dodje oglas od kotara grada
A taj oglas lakom dušom diše
Da svak momak svoje ime piše
I da svoje ime točno kaže
Da ga laglje na proljeće traže
Kad se budu birali regruti
Bili oni veseli i ljuti
Momci sutra ne obćinu došli
Kud na haber kotara su pošli
Ali tamo sjedi goso stari
(5 of 59)
Pijucka on žvače na cigari
Brkom suče i knjigom zakreće
I panduru na stolicu meće
Neka pandur u knjigu upiše
Svakog ime nek lipo nariše
Pandur tad se ukočeno stavi
Kao da je kakav mudrac stari
Pa on tada besjediti stane
Puste rieči nikoga da gane
Na proljeće vizita će biti
Mnogi od vas vojnikom će biti
Vojnička je dika već prestara
Za onoga koji služi Kralja
Svaki od vas koji vojnik bude
Taj već neće imat glave lude
Poslim neće više bit bećarem
Veće kući pametnijom glavom
Pandur njima tako pripovida
Jer on znade vojničkoga reda
A nijedan od nas ga ne sluša
Već polahko kroz vrata se smuca
Prepustiv mu premudre divane
(6 of 59)
Mnogi ode do bližnje mehane
Pa tu špiru piju sve do danka
Bezumnici žalosna im majka
U grla im teče voda špira
Na tamburi momak žice dira
On pripjeva iz tanahna glasa
Malo koji od nas ima spasa
Svaki od nas mora vojnik biti
I kod kuće diku ostaviti
Unovačenje
Imam ja na srcu nešto jada
Al se većeg nadam iznenada
Ta već ima više pol godine
Što zapisa ime kod obćine
Kad se proču befel iznenada
Koga dade generalkomanda
Istog dana već se noć primiče
Pandur Mića na pendžere viče
Jesi li mi kod kuće to vraže
Da si sutra kod kotarske straže
(7 of 59)
Jerbo tebe u vojnike traže
Tako befel dragi brate kaže
Kad u jutro prije nego svane
Ja ustajem iz ražene slame
Kada stalo devet sati tući
Skupismo se u kotarskoj kući
Sad nas počne pandur pozivati
Stadosmo se njemu ozivati
Koga zovne doktoru taj kreće
Misleć sebi oćel biti sreće
Naposlidku i ja se dovuko
Koji sam se sa rakijom tuko
I predvedu mene pred doktora
Ele pravog švabskog loszog tora [?]
Gde živela dosada si vole
Nu ti metni sada gaće dole
Da mi vidit kak ti zgledal goli
Da ja vidla jel te trbuh boli
Gaće skidam i košulju moram
Pa ti tako pred doktorom odam
Na sve strane okreta me švaba
Ja si mišlja odlazi do vraga
(8 of 59)
Pa ti mene za mišice fata
Od koljena pa do bjela vrata
Tad zagrmi nemam ta nosata [?]
Ti si jako dobar za soldata
Doktor mene privede majoru
Taj opiše i moju peršonu
Tad mi kaže ajd na stranu dite
Pak ćeš tamo čekati zakletve
Pandur mene za ruku prihfati
I u sobu dolje me otprati
Gdje su drugi došli već bećari
Koji svi su za vojnike zdravi
Pa u reštu čekaju zakletvu
I u pomoć zovu majku tetku
Već se skoro i podne privuče
I na uri pola dvanaest tuče
Kad se kod nas otvoriše vrata
K nama dođu dva stara vojaka
A pred vrati eto oficira
Koj sve veće na desno izbia
Pak nam svima tada komandira
Nu der lole sada nije mira
(9 of 59)
Stojte mirno ko kipovi sveti
Sad ćete se svi kralju zakleti
Al svi prije šešire skinite
Desne ruke tri prsta dignite
On pred nama zakletvu govori
A mi za njim kao bogomolji
Oficir te malo proštudira
Pak nam stane tada da diktira
Čujte momci jedan befel novi
Ali samo ne budite voli
Primljeni ste sada za regrute
Pak dobite bruletice žute
To je vami zlamen za vojaka
Razumjetel vesela vam majka
Do mjeseca prvog listopada
Tad nestaje za vas sve parade
Svi morate od kuće otići
I svak svojoj regimenti stići
Jošte prije befel će vam doći
Svak da znade kud će koji poći
Sad možete kući odlaziti
I kod kuće udobno živiti
(10 of 59)
Do jeseni vidimo se ljudi
To sam reka tako neka budi
A sad da ste zdravo i veselo
Pak se žuri svak u svoje selo
Idem kući neveseo tužan
Kao da sam na miljune dužan
Kod kuće me dočekala mati
Mislila je večeru mi dati
Kad me vidi poče jadovati
Te kroz suze stade me pitati
Jesil sinko gladan je li žedan
Nisam majko ni gladan ni žedan
Već sam majko žalostan i bjedan
U vojnike ja sam poći dužan
Od jada me teška muka hfata
Uzeli me danas za vojaka
Što ću kada sam bijesan
Makar da se oženio njesam
Jao meni moja diko mlada
Drugom moraš ostanuti sada
Kad joj bjelo ja ugledam lice
Odma mene obliju suzice
(11 of 59)
A za suze manje ili više
Neg od boli što srce uzdiše
Kad se sjetim ljepotice dike
Na tri ljeta ne vidit joj slike.
Dolazak Regruta!
Ljeto prošlo žuta jesen došla
Mene mladog nevesela našla
Ma eto ti jesen na vrata
Ja ću morat Švabi za vojaka
Utom toga eto ti befela
Ko da ga je sotona donijela
To je befel od našega kora
Svaki regrut k regimenti mora
Sad se ljeto ujesen prometne
Za mene je eto ti nesretne
Da ja moram ostaviti diku
I otići na muku veliku
Istom tada vidjo svu nesreću
Kad mi pandur uruči buletu
Bidan bija prisjela mi šala
Kao onom koj će na vješala
(12 of 59)
Tada tužno na polasku rečem
Svoju diku na žalost ne mećem
S bogon ostaj golubice bila
S bogon oče majko kućo cila
I još jednom s bogon ostaj drago
Jedino mi na svietu blago
Za tobom mi duša moja plače
Kao da te nigda vidit neće.
To prozboriv suze me obliše
Da ne mogu govoriti više
Otac majka sve to za me plače
Moja draga sirota na jače
Diko moja moje tugovanje
Kuda danas moje milovanje
A još da te jedan put poljubim
Nedaj Bože da te kad izgubim
Tako sam ja onda tugovao
Kadno sam se s ljubom rastavao
Napokon se od dike istrgnem
I na teški put se ovaj vrgnem
Kad sam doša do žuđena grada
Pune duše svokojakog jada
(13 of 59)
Tu me čeka sijaset vojaka
Svaki viče po stotinu puta
Evo našeg zelenog regruta
Kad sam doša pred našu vojarnu
Jadan čujem u dvorištu larmu
Gdje regrute kumpanijom dile
Tu se larma brate svake fele
Naslonim se o drvenu gredu
Al za mene eto prvu bjedu
Predaše me u službu vodniku
Da on mene preda poručniku
Ali ovaj opet komandira
Da on mene primiti ne mora
Već spekciju [?] on satniku tjera
Jer ne znade što se sa mnom smjera
Vodnik mene tad satniku vodi
Da prvomu gosi on ugodi
Kapetan me iz daleka smjera
Pa govori, kakova si vjera
Gdje si vole ti dosada bio
Da još nisi ti mise obijo
I zašto se ošišao nisi
(14 of 59)
Jerbo takav za vojnika nisi
Pa zavika jednog podcastnika
Na koga se sasu grozna vika
Dovedi mi jednoga berbera
Da obrije ovog pasja vjera
Vodnik odma dovede mi bricu
Koji na me natjera groznicu
Posve mi je naružio glavu
Kao guska na ledini travu
Vodnik kaže prije dva minuta
Spravite mi ovoga regruta
Brico kaže gotov jesam sada
Idi lolo do crnoga vraga
Onda vodnik na me se izdreči
Stupaj za mnom ne govori rječi
Tamo doli pred magazin mali
Tamo ću ti izdavati stvari
Mundur na te tamo ću obući
Prije noći moram te obući.
Kada dođo do veliki vrata
Još me veća glavobolja hvata
Prije satnik stajao na vrati
(15 of 59)
Pa on oštrim okom na me svrati
Skidaj prnje neharne haljine
Ne navlači dok noć ne nastane
Dobiš mundur vojničkoga kroja
Nov je sasvim to mu kaže boja
I još k tomu ti košulje tanke
Onda viče da skinem opanke
Ja se svlačim satnik na me viče
Ja se izvinuh a on glavom miče
Pa me grunu i osova boga
Ti derane nisi pravi noga
Još on zovne momka od spekcije
Iščita mu ovake lekcije
Deder uzmi ovoga soldata
Nek se javi Kuvaru na vrata
Nek ponese kefe blatarice
K tomu oštre slame žitarice
I oštroga pjeska iz duvara
Pa idite tamo do bunara
Ne šetajte tamo preko puta
Već ribajte ovoga regruta
Sad da vidiš jada izenada
(16 of 59)
Od kuvara i stara vojnika
Da me tada vidila je dika
Trli su me jedan i pol sata
Krv mi šiba iz nožni nokata
Ali satnik viče poviš puta
Bržte dajte tarite rgruta
A ja plačem ko godina ljuta
I jauknem nekoliko puta
Sada satnik opet vikat stade
K magazinu mene vući dade
Nuda lolo mundur sada primaj
Što ti dadem od onog izbiraj
I govori vodniku jednomu
Deder brzo izbacaj mu robu
Daj opremaj ovog regrutinu
Dobaci mi staru kaputinu
Sušila se valjda na slanini
Dobra bit će ovoj bećarini
Kaputina tako masna bila
Svem bi vodu čorbu začinila
Isto tako hlače bez gajtana
U njih bija kao u vrećama
(17 of 59)
Dadoše mi jednu staru bluzu
U kakovoj valjda koze muzu
Tako isto i cipele stare
Poderane sasma okovane
Što su stare neka idu klisu
Samo da mi premalene nisu
Vidio sam čim sam ji obuvo
U svaku bi tri komisa sturo
Kad monduru na me pometaše
Grohotom svi skup nasmijaše
Jadan li sam u njem izgledao
Iz oblaka kao da sam pao
Jedan drugog pogledaše na to
A moj satnik reče umiljato
Vodite mi mladoga vojnika
U vojarnu kraj malog hodnika
U sobicu onu tamo malu
Dok nađemo mjesto za tu glavu
Predajte ga desetniku dana
Neka s njimen ovu noć on ravna.
(18 of 59)
Novački život
Da čujete moja braćo mila
Kakva me je sreća zadesila
Ta pripovijest gola je istina
Što govorim sa mojim ustima
To je bilo baš onog večera
Kad nevolja Švabi me doćera
Ma čim me je vodnik otpustio
Odma sam od jada umiro
Kako ne bi tako jadan bio
Kad sam mnogu nesreću podnio
Svako jutro kad je zora rana
Dođe k nami špekcija odana
Dreči jadna što ju grlo nosi
I regrutom ovako prkosi
Ustajte se zeleni regruti
Kad spavate i bolje ste žuti
(19 of 59)
I još koji morda se uputi
Da se neće iz kreveta svući
S njega oću pokrov ukloniti
Taj će mi se odma rastjezniti
Pak se onda hitro obuvajte
Obuvajte i redite stvari
Znadem da vi niste bake stare
Odma ćete i po kavu poći
Odma zatim muštru učit poći
Al svakako čim se obujete
Ponajprije krevet napravite
Sada prava muka mene hvata
Obuvo se jesam preko jednog sata
Već i kuhar doteka na vrata
Pa se dreči iza svega glasa
Hej regruti žalosna vam slava
Dojte brže kuhana je kava
Jedva sam se na pola obuko
(20 of 59)
Već me kapral šakom zahvatia
Na hodnik ti s mjesta ma mi se nosi
Uzmi šole pa kavu izprosi
Pazi dobro ti regrutski vole
Kak na dasku poredaćeš šole
Skočim smjesta u kuharnu dolje
Gdje me kuhar čeka mrske volje
Na me ovaj izdreči se čovo
Gdje ti osta regrutina Jovo ?
Grabit neću ja na novo
Pak mi onda nosiljku donesi
Gdje ćeš šole sve po redu smjestit
Napose ti regrutske poredaj
Stari baka nastran mjestit gledaj
Preveć dajem za regruta kave
Njiman svakom moram dati manje
Stari bake mogu više jesti
U želudcu vojničkom podnesti
(21 of 59)
Jovu zovem šole sve poredam
Odnesav ji ja se k jelu spremam
Nisam jošte ponijo ni kave
Opet viče kapral odnekale
Dnevni kapral od spekcije naše
Oko pasa na lonjače paše
Haj nesreće regrutske vi liene
Oprašite na hodniku stiene
Hodnik cjeli mora se pomesti
Pa tad smeće na đubrište smeći
Pošto skoro izlazak će biti
Sa čišćenjem treba se živiti
Skočim jadan da zapovid vršim
Za pol sata i taj posa svršim
Kad se sjednem trudan otpočivat
Nadmnom kapral tada sta čitat
Spremi stvari telećak priredi
I za izlaz točno se priredi
(22 of 59)
Ali na to eto oficira
Da on meni nemilo zasvira
Brže regrut tri ti sveca tvoja
Ti si ovde samo briga moja
Ne znam jadan gdje mi stoji glava
Tko bi stvari na mene dodava
Veli kapral još za par minuta
Da si mi se stavil preko puta
Ama brate to ti je prava rana
Tako ti je baš svakoga dana
Danomice sve se to ponavlja
I na muke biedan regrut stavlja
Regrut bogac nigda miran nije
Ma baš s večer deset sati bije
Tako jadan svakog dana pati
Da se koža kod vraga izplati
I još gore u subotu svetu
Koja nosi nedilju presvetu
(23 of 59)
Subota je muka za regruta
A nedilja i stotinu puta
Tužni regrut ne bilo te sada
Al uživaš velikoga jada
Svak je danas tvog života težak
A još teže subota i svetak
Subotom se na sve posle vije
A nediljom da pregleda vija
Po majoru ili kapetanu
Koji diže na jadnike larmu
Al svejedno da nij take vike
Već bi bile druge neprilike
Il vižita od naši pušaka
Uz koju se strahovati mora
Bože mili teška li pokora
Pravi paka na tom svietu snie
Jer je teško na toj žarži [?] biti
Pa poslova još tako imati
(24 of 59)
Ah regruti žalosna vam mati
Sudba vaša sve vam tako plati
Neb' volio u kožu vam spasti
Da mi daste košaru s dukatim
Regrut tužni za pero prihvati
Pa ti piši svojoj miloj majki
Nek ti šalje banku desetaču
Da ti smiriš tu svoju nedaću
Nećel tebi majka vjerovati
Na tvoje se jade smilovati
A ti njojzi ovako tad piši
I nevolju lipo ti oriši
Pa će tako tužna mati znati
Kako ovdje živimo soldati
Sve bi majka tad svoje prodala
Pa bi sinku navojnicu slala
Zato regrut koji majku ima
Laglje muci svojoj se otima
(25 of 59)
Svakog dobrog meka srca mati
Svom će sinku često što poslati
Da milošću dobru kapurale
A više put i sve bake stare
Svaki regrut u kog majke nije
Nek regrutske prije muštre mrije
To ti mora svaki regrut reći
I po pjesmi ovoj se vladati
Regrutska Muštra
Kad sam braćo negda regrut bio
I u koži regrutskoj se krijo
Tad se vražja uživala prava
S koji često šumila mi glava
Dok sam vježbat dobro naučio
Dosta ti se jesam napatio
I gutao jada i čemera
Mili brate dva mjeseca cjela
(26 of 59)
Svaki danak puškom trgajući
Tom telećak za sobom vukući
Sve po magli i jesenskom blatu
Biše jaram na mojemu vratu
Kog mi uvjek uspomena teče
Doživim li i starosti veće
Jedva čeka moja majko mila
Dva miseca da su odminila
Bože mili na svemu ti fala
Ali su mi teško dodijala
Baš početkom žutog listopada
Nastala je ta teška parada
Zato brate dobro proštudiraj
Ja proklinja moju milu majku
Što me rodi na ovaj sviet za hajku
Jao meni moja majko mila
Ma zašto si mene porodila
Da sad vidiš na mukama sina
Kakova ga tuga zadesila
(27 of 59)
Ti bi rekla i sve tako stara
Daj ni dobro da se čovjek stvara
I što vriedi samo za regruta
Za regruta momka jošte žuta
Kad ja jadan muštrom prvog dana
Bi mi muštra teško šikovana
Komande su naše rieči bile
Al su teške odnilei vile ?
Mi u jednoj hrpi tako staše
Kada pozor nami zavikaše
A ja mislim Bože moj
Vodnik viče mirno stoj
Uprav glave sada pozor
Momci pazte bit će odmor
Svaki vojnik mora znati
Razdeljen korake stupati
To je teško Bože moj
I pravi je nepokoj
(28 of 59)
Jer se tada mora znati
Uz sve žile ustezati
Ne znaš što se od zla počme
Grčevi mi žile koče
Ja študiram preko muke
Vodnik viče nazad ruke
Nazad ruke prsa van
Pa da vidiš to je fajn
Al kad puškom radit poče
Što od mene tada hoće
Grčevi mi žile stežu
Kao da me nožem režu
Ja pomislim gdje ću sjest
Vodnik viče na 'prevjes'
Tu on meni nađe mane
Zapovida sad na rame
Mili Bože ja već mrem
A on viče sad na sprem
(29 of 59)
Vodnik kune meni sveca
Vrcni puškom da se stresa
Nemoj biti tako mlak
Pravi budi ti vojak
Mili Bože svud nas more
Uvjek viče glave gore
Onda koji slušat neće
Pod bradu mu šiljak meće
Evo momče tebi zgode
Glavu gore šiljak bode
Sad nadođu muke nove
Stade vježbat dvoredove
Dvoredove dobro znaj
U redove zaostaj
Šta još ne znaš lijeni vole
Uvjek viče skoči bolje
Izravnaj se to ti boga
Još ne poznaš druga svoga
(30 of 59)
To ti jesu muke znaj
Pa tad viče sad stupaj
Koji neće sad stupati
Trkom ću ga potjerati
Zato gledaj sad da paziš
Da jezika ne isplaziš
Pa još psuje majku mi
Zapovida ovde stani
Tada opet korakom
Odmah zatim svi trkom
Ote moje muke znaj
Koje traju čitav dan
I to uvjek dan na dan
Dok ne dođe Nikoljdan
Uvjek tada to popušta
Tad regrutska prođe muštra.
(31 of 59)
Pred Logor
Mila Mati moram jadovati
Kako sada patimo soldati
Teška muštra ljetni danas pati
Uza koje stradamo soldati
Vidiš majko moje teške jade
Koje danas sinak ti imade
Bez krajcara kunem i proklinjem
Usto tužan gorke suze liem
Već me svega potreba obuze
Bez dinara služeć gospodara
Tu je majko nevolja i kara
Koji mene udnu duše para
Slušaj majko moje silne jade
Moje jade moje tugovanje
Iz dna duše teško uzdisanje
Tvome sinku teško pokajanje
(32 of 59)
Od kojega otet se ne mere
Na sve vieke bez Božije volje
Teška tuga po srcu mi ječi
Slušaj majko ove glasne rieči
Daj ne čekaj noći niti danka
Da mi dođe desetača banka
Brzom poštom do varoši ove
S njom da liečim u logoru bole
Brzo majko logor je na vrati
Teško mi je bez novaca stati
Već za logor spremati se mora
U njemu će izaći pokora
Tako majko sinak te pozdravlja
Daj poštaru da novac odpravlja
Da se može s tobom radovati
Kod novaca neće jadovati
Mila Majko diku mi pozdravi
Nek i ona štogod mi otpravi
(33 of 59)
Pa se neka uredno ponaša
I pošalje dva do tri krunaša
Te za novce neka se ne šali
Tako lijepo ti mi nju pozdravi
Dolazak u logor
Mili Bože tebi sveta slava
Tvoja sržba med vojnike pala
Sudba pravde mora da ih prati
Jer veliko griešni su soldati
Kad bi nagla pravda Božja bila
Ma kugom bi je sve pomorila
Al naj prije onog oficira
Koji uvijek u vojnika dira
Kako uvjek tak i dobi ove
U manore kada nas pozove
U kojem se uči jadovati
Stari baka sa puškom trzati
(34 of 59)
Jer se carska ispuniti mora
I zapovid od našega kora
Zapovid se na sve strane dade
Da se logor držati imade
Nek se kupe sve stare kotane [?]
Makar doma niko ne ostane
A kraj baka kupe se ustaši
Golobradi rusi i brkati
Svaki vuče po bisaga dvoje
Pa govori brate vidiš što je
Stari bake kod vojarne stoje
Podčasnici u grupam ji broje
I ustaše tamo su nalegli
Drug do druga tamo su se slegli
Civilno je svima još odilo
Ko da isu susjedu na silo
Al da vidiš čuda golemoga
Za pol sata nemaš ni jednoga
(35 of 59)
Sve je mundur pusti si navuklo
A na glave kape si natuklo
Najednom ti civila nestane
A ugledaš bezbrojne katane
Svaki dobi kraljevsko oružje
I telećak napakovan teško
Danak prođe tamna noćca dođe
Vojarna je prepuna vojaka
Od momaka i od telećaka
Malo vidiš momke golobrade
Već ljudine strašne i brkate
Svi za stolom nemož večerati
Niti svi skup na krevetim spati
Soldačija ko crna zemljica
Svaki krevet jagme četvorica
Na popreko spavat se ostane
Čekajući da danak osvane
Jedva se je vojska umirila
(36 of 59)
Već se noćca zorom izmjenila
Istom se je zora pomolila
Već na drumu trubljač rogom svira
Trublja daje brže polu zove
Te vojnike iza sanka zove
Svaki neka žurno se oprema
Jer se danas marširati ima
A za malo stražmestar zaori
Za čas da ste svi na dvoru doli
Podčasnici šalom smjeh stvaraju
Poručnici im prijave davaju
Malo zatim eto i satnika
Jašeć konja kojemu jeste dika
Konja jaši sabljom komandira
I s majorom švabski diškutira
Soldačija zemlju pritisnula
Silna četa sad se poredala
Major sablju pred četu izvuče
(37 of 59)
Prija neg je izlazilo sunce
Trubljač pako na molitvu svira
Svira svira a u srce dira
Major s konjem pred trublju ispade
Tambur korak udarati stade
Tad krenusmo Bog će dragi znati
Gdje do večer vojska će nam stati
Nikog briga kuda ćemo stići
Nego napred poput mrava svići
Kuda ćemo zapovidnik znade
Ali znamo da će bit parade
Bubanj tuče drum drum drum
Gazi polje groblju drum
Marširanje u logoru?
Još nit zore niti bila dana
Al kod straže zasvirala banda
Banda svira nadaleko ječi
Odzvanjaju od nje vake reči
(38 of 59)
Stante momci marširat se mora
Dok vrućina ne nastane gora
Vrućinom je gadno marširati
Vojnik od nje ponajviše pati
Za vrućinu ni manje ni više
Al se cestom prašine nasuše
Baš je teško drumom marširati
Od prašine nemaš obastati
Banda svira sad se trupa kreće
Sunce žarko od istoka kreće
Biser rosa po travi se blište
Silna vojska prašni drum pritište
Sada poljem gusta magla pada
Od prašine silne štoj nastala
Mila majko sati sinak pati
Jerbo mora sve to podnašati
Svak na sebi nosi tovar teški
I podnaša vrućinu viteški
(39 of 59)
Lahor šušti žarko sunce grije
A za trupom prašina se vije
Gusta magla od prašine pada
Od vrućine jadan vojnik strada
Sunce žari da te muka hfata
Prašina ti sjedi oko vrata
Znoj debeli čelo ti probija
A od praha tu se oblak vija
Nigdi nema kapi vode hladne
Osim gdjegdje močvarine gadne
Da napojiš svoje grlo suho
Na sve strane sve je majko pusto
Tako žegom putuju soldati
Nit se znade gdje će trupa stati
Daleko smo puta putovali
Da nimalo nismo počivali
Od vrućine ljude muka muči
Mnogi vojnik na zemlju se sruši
(40 of 59)
Hoće njega nemoć da uguši
Kad na jenput izdaleka sviri
Regimente trubljač u rog piri
Glas se od njeg širi do nebesa
Tužno srce veselo potresa
Rog se čuje do dva do tri puta
Odmor momci vrućina je ljuta
Odpust
Mili Bože na svemu ti hfala
Dal će ostat nami živa glava
Vrući danci od rujna miseca
Vrući danci hrđavi konaci
Dok je jutrom ugodni su dani
Prema podne vrući i stradalni
Svaku večer sparno i sumorno
A po noći zimno i studeno
(41 of 59)
To su puti tvrđi od kamena
Kameniti jako bregoviti
Teško ti je po njim marširati
I još k tome telećak nositi
Pa navalu uz brige praviti
Ima tomu preko dvades dana
Odkad nam je ta muka dozvana
Ko daj došla od samoga vraga
Koji sjedi sred plameni vala
To je muka kazat ću ti pravo
Da krv ljudstvu poispija samo
Uprav bilo noći do ponoći
Još ni zore ni biela dana
Ni danica pomolila lica
Nit vlaščići goru nadmašili
Leži tabor sred krajiških polja
U kom vlada teška srdobolja
Tako kaprali viku podizuju
(42 of 59)
Točno svoju službu iz kazuju
Bude momčad slabu izderanu
I svakakom patnjom izmorenu
Ustajte se deli bake stare
Nešišane i neobrijane
Ran je izlaz izlazit se mora
Svim je kava već sada gotova
Bila zora širi zlatna krila
Trubljač vodnik na molitvu svira
Kapitani vojsku podigoše
Pa sve redom niz polje krenuše
Još je liepo za jutra marširat
Imaš vlage od rose uživat
Al kad bude oko deset sati
Onda vojska stade malaksati
Častnici tad vojsku prirediše
Red za redom zgodno postaviše
Još se mora tu gizdavo proći
(43 of 59)
Generalu gledati u oči
Banda svira mimohod se pravi
Mi niz polje gmižemo ko mravi
Vod za vodom niz polje se ruši
Ispod nogu prašina se ruši
Mnogi pade kao mrtav na tle
Od njeg ne zna niti doktor šta će
Najedanput general odredi
Nek se vojska s navalom priredi
Jerbo čuješ ružno iz naprida
Gdje gruvaju topovi bez reda
Grom za gromom na poljima buči
Oće li nas Bože sve potući
Najedanput major komandira
Držimo se bolje desnog krila
Ondje su se topovi sakrili
Možda bi ih kako zarobili
Topi jače bez prestanka grme
(45 of 59)
Napred vojska bez obzira srne
Tu ne čuješ druga nijednoga
Od onoga zvuka paklenoga
Kada čudan jek se ozvanjaše
Sve se crna zemlja tresijaše
Kad na jednom naš trubljač zasvira
S live strane eno ulanera [konjica u austrougarskoj vojsci]
Sada major sabljom komandira
Nek na livo vatra se otpira
Sad će morat ulaneri snisti
Kadli pred noć oli rajska vila
Knjigu spušta gdej Kraljeva garda
Gdje no sjedi od kora komanda
Uze knjigu satnik stari čiko
Uze knjigu pa ovako čita
A u knjizi vesela ti majka
Pišu brate slova sasvim tanka
Generalu žalosna ti majka
(45 of 59)
Daj ablazung već ovoga danka
Jerbo će ti sva opustit vojska
Dost je muke a i silna troška
General se malo zaštudira
Na konja se baci pa poljem prodira
I doziva ornista firera
Pa on tada glasno komandira
Neka ornist ablazung zasvira
Neka bude već danaske mira
Od radosti i banda zasvira
Prva trublja ablazung zatrubi
Ma se niko ispolja ne gubi
Kad zatrubi na stotine trublja
Tad se isto svud razljegne hura
Muke naše pristale su cjele
Jedan drugog veselo pogledne
A pjesmice ore na sve strane
Trajale su sve do noći davne
(46 of 59)
Tad na počin spremili se ljudi
A nam pjesma na čast braćo budi
Stare bake na dopustu ? (Urlaubu)
Tko bi reko da će to sve proći
I naš Urlaub tako skoro doći
Koj odavna mi očekujemo
I za njime teško uzdišemo
Eto jučer ablazung odsviro
General je tako komandiro
Kad general zapovid je dao
U kasarnu bake marširamo
Tu predaju svu svoju prtljagu
I svi kliču neka ide k vragu
Civilsko si navuče odilo
Pa nad vojnim pjevao opjelo
Trubi trublja na postajnoj straži
Zove stare još sada k menaži
(47 of 59)
Stari neka jošte menažira
Jer nije imo u logoru mira
Po menaži viču tako kaprali
Hajde stari predavajte stvari
A regruti komis fasovati
Da imate danas večarati
Bubnjar zove bubnjom tako kaprale
Nek pokupe stare urlaubare.
Tek ih vode doli pred majora
Iskaznicu svaki dobit mora
Bubanj udre tri četiri puta
Urlaub bake eto nam regruta
Pjesma baki iz grla se vine
Bože mili kako sve to mine
Slava Bogu sve je Božja volja
Nije život vojni baš nevolja
Ima i on čara na sve kraje
Pa se teško s vojarnom rastaje
(48 of 59)
Zato slava staromu vojniku
Jer je domu i rodu na diku
Draga za svojim vojnikom
Mila majko odoše soldati
Nemam s kimen noćas prespavati
Tko će meni suknje kupovati
Nit se imam s kimen prošetati
Tko će meni lišce milovati
Milovati u oči gledati
Moram majko danas tugovati
I niz lišce suze proljevati
Tako ćerca stade jadovati
I za svojim dragim uzdisati
Kojeg skoro na urlaub otprati
Gdje ga čeka njegva mila mati
Muči ćerce ti šibaju [?] vrati
Nemoj mlada sada tugovati
(49 of 59)
I srca si nemoj jadovati
Niti svoje suze proljevati
Kanda sriće neš nigda imati
Naskoro će drugu dragi doći
Za par dana regruti će doći
I kraj kuće mnogi će nam proći
Tad si možeš drugog izabrati
Koji će te lipo milovati
Pa ćeš mirne duše ti spavati
Jer ćeš staro drago naknaditi
Za staroga mladoga uzesti
Starom soldi tako se osveti
Nemoj ćeri da te majka kara
Brzo traži ti drugoga dara
(50 of 59)
Pjesma zaručnice
Lipo moje vojničko odilo
U tebi je moga dragog tilo
Ustaj vojno pa si mundur svlači
Civil brzo na sebe oblači
Srce moje nemož da se smiri
Doklen tebe dragog ne zakrili
Tri godine tužno vrime bise
Što mi tebe od mene oteše
Evo dragi tebe milovanje moje
Neće točit više suze oči tvoje
Ti si mi jedino na ovom svietu blago
Volim diko tebe neg carevo blago
Hvalmo Bogu zdrav što si mi došo
I rastanak tužan da je prošo
Sad ćemo se užit i ljubavi naše
A u mundur pušku nek se drugi paše
(51 of 59)
DOMOBRANSKE PJESME
Spjevao domobran 27. Domobranska Pješačka Pukovnija u Sisku
DOMOBRANSKI BARJAK
Hrvatskoga Kralja služim
Hrvatski sam domobran
Hrvatska sve zemlja sveta
Ljubavi je moje stan
Hrabra srca nosim
Barjak svoj
Crven bjel i plavi
U svak boj
Zelen će se lovor viti
Oko vedra čela mog
Domobran će prvi biti
Među prvim štit mu Bog
Dušman mora pasti
Mora mriet
Gdje s hrvatski barjak
Vije svet
(53 of 59)
Slavna mene majko rodi
Viteškog sam roda ja
Hrvat sam u svakoj zgodi
Sa junaštva sviet me zna
Samo jedan mi je
Barjak drag
Pred njim strepit mora
I sam vrag
Barjak crven bijel i plavi
Jest i bit će barjak moj
Zanj i za svog Kralja dat ću
Vazda krv i život svoj
Svoj uz barjak želi
Domobran
Vječne da mu slave
Svane dan
(53 of 59)
Pjev Hrvatskog Domobrana
Vesel naš je život braćo
Kud god nam je svietom poći
U nas čelo suncem sjaje
Naše grudi sva nam moć
Nebo vedro krasi cviet
Domobranu svud je zriet
Zapreke nam nigdi nema
Bila voda bio brieg
Dobri su nam vazda druzi
Dol i gora mraz i snieg
Zimnji vihor ljetni žar
Domobranu vjek su čar
Cio sviet se nama smieši
K sreći svak nas vodi put
Tielo zdravo duša vedra
Ma i led nas bio krut
Smjel i bodar čil i zdrav
Domobran je vjek ko lav
(55 of 59)
Ljubav svud nas prati druzi
Ljubavi nam puni grud
Lipe dive plamno oko
Susreće nas milo svud
Bud kroz selo bud kroz grad
Domobran je srcem mlad
Il na sjever ili k jugom
Mio nam i drag je dom
Zanj je spreman planut svagda
Domobran ko žarki grom
Junačko me nosi dom
Nek nam živi gruda sveta
Za koju nam živit mriet
Slavimo je, branimo je
Slava bit će slast i čast
Domobran će za nju past
(55 of 59)
Pukovnijska koračnica
Dvadest sedme stieg se vije
Uzanj stupam mlad
Trublja trubi smje se ori
Drevni Sisak grad
Ponosne smo čete sinci
Nju sav ljubi rod
U njoj svak je vojak zoran
Liep ko neba svod
Kud god krene slavlje slavi
Dvadest sedma svud
Geslo njeno sloga sloga zlatna
Čvrsta hrid joj grud
Dična roda soj junaka
To smo braćo mi
U nas da je ruka jaka
Svietom znadu svi
Trebal ustat protiv rata
Eto braćo nas
Dvadest sedma slavlja snaga
Domu nek je spas
(56 of 59)
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Translation
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<p><em>Memories of military life</em> By S.K. Domo [faded] Preamble Listen, brothers, I will tell you something Whatever I say will not be a lie About the hard burden of the military And its deplorable times What a soldier has to feel on his back Defending his face with an oath Why is he swearing, why is he cursing And why is he filling with misery Whatever i tell you is the real truth Experienced fully by the soldier What kind of life is it with a soldier's fortune That he will never forget A memory of it is always in his soul A memory of his twenty-fifth year [his age] That he can still feel And remember his youthful days It is quite nice to be a soldier (3 of 59) But a soldier needs to suffer a lot That is why, brother, this little book Will write more about What life is like to a soldier That he is proud of throughout his life What misery takes him as soon As a Swabian takes him to be a soldier So everyone who has been a soldier Must have lived through something similar And his soul never rests He has to remember that forever But every young man Who is thinking about the military armada Who is stroking his mustache like an old soldier Not realizing what woes these are That a soldier always has I say every soldier serving the armada This book is telling him About soldiers and their living. Lads signing up As many suitors As there are in the village (4 of 59) There would be enough of them For an entire troop All of them up to twenty year old Yet unmarried, few of them married But mostly idlers and revellers Who don't care about anything in this world Who wander through the village at night Chatting in the streets Many swear to be love-stricken Congregating in the plum orchard To have their discussions Praising their beloved ones But all of a sudden There is an announcement from the town Proclaiming swiftly that Every lad has to write down their name And write it down correctly So they can find him more easily in spring When they will be selecting recruits Whether they like it or not. The lads arrive at the municipality the following day Invited by the district And they find an old man (5 of 59) Spitting and chewing his cigar Stroking his mustache and moving his book Putting it on the policeman's chair So the policeman can write their names nicely The policeman is sitting stiffly Like an old wise man And he starts talking Empty words that don't touch anyone There will be a visit in spring Many of you will become soldiers Military glory is well known For those who serve their king Every one of you who becomes a soldier Will no longer have crazy thoughts And will no longer be revellers But will go home wiser The policeman is talking like that Because he knows the way of the soldiers But none of us is listening to him We are slowly moving through the door Leaving his very wise oration to him (6 of 59) Many go to a nearby inn And drink alcohol there until the following day All fools, woe to their mothers Alcohol is flowing into their throats A lad is playing the tambura [traditional string instrument] Singing with a low voice Few of us can be saved We all have to become soldiers And leave our beloved ones at home Recruitment I have some worries on my heart But i am expecting worse to come Because it has been more than half a year That I wrote my name at the municipality When all of a sudden a command was heard Issued by the General Command And on the same day closer to night-time Mića the policeman is shouting at our windows Are you at home, you devil Tomorrow you have to report to the municipality guards (7 of 59) Because you are called upon to be a soldier That is what this command says, dear brother Then in the morning before dawn I get up from the rye straw And when it struck nine We were all gathered in the municipality building And the policeman started calling our names And we started answering Those who are sent to the doctor go there Thinking whether they will be lucky Finally I also drag myself there After struggling with rakija [brandy] And I am brought to the doctor Who is a real Swabian doctor Where live until now you ox [making fun of Germans speaking Croatian] You lower down your pants for me So we see what you look like naked I see if your tummy hurts I take off my pants and my shirt And start walking in front of the doctor The Swabian is turning me whichever way And I am thinking, go to hell (8 of 59) Then he grabs me by the muscles From the knee to my fair neck Then he thunders, I have nothing to say You are very good for a soldier The doctor then takes me to the Major Who writes about me as a person Then he tells, go to the side And you will wait there to take the oath The policeman takes me by the hand And accompanies me to the room Where other idlers have already gathered Those who are healthy to become soldiers They are waiting for their oath closed there Calling their mothers and aunties to help And soon it is noon It is half past eleven And the door opens Two old soldiers have come And an officer is at the door Sorting all taller men to the right And then he commands to all of us It is not time to rest, you louts (9 of 59) Stand still like sacred statues You will take an oath to the king now But first you have to take off your hats Lift three fingers of your right hand He is pronouncing the oath before us And we follow like god's faithful The officer studies it shortly Then he starts dictating Listen, lads, to a new command, But don't be like oxen You have been admitted to the army now You will get yellow epaulets As a sign that you are soldiers Your mothers will be happy Until the first of October When all of the parade will stop for you You will have to leave your homes And reach your regiments You will get a command beforehand So all of you will know where to go Now you can go home And live comfortably at home (10 of 59) See you again in autumn It will all be as I said And now please stay healthy and cheerful Go swiftly to your villages I go home unhappy and sad As if I had a debt of several million My mother greets me at home She wants to give me supper When she sees me she starts wailing And asking me through tears Are you hungry or thirsty, my son I am not hungry or thirsty, mother, But I am sad and miserable I have to go to the army I am caught up in grave misery They took me as a soldier today What can I do when I am angry If only I hadn't got married Woe is me, my young sweetheart You have to stay with someone else now When i see her white face, Tears rush to my eyes (11 of 59) But never mind the tears The heart is sighing in pain When i think of my beautiful sweetheart And that I won't see her image for three years Arrival of the Recruits Summer has passed, the yellow autumn is now here It found me sad despite my young age Autumn is at the door I will have to go to the Swabians as a soldier And in the middle of that a command comes As if brought here by the devil himself That is the command by our division Every recruit has to come to the regiment Summer turns into autumn now Unhappy autumn for me Because I have to leave my sweetheart And go to my great misery Only then did I see my bad fortune When the policeman handed me the invitation No longer did I feel like joking Like the man bound to go to the gallows (12 of 59) When leaving, I said gloomily I don't want to throw my sweetheart to sorrow Stay with God my white dove Goodbye father, mother and home And again, stay with God everything I hold dear My only treasure in this world My soul is crying for you As if I were never to see you again Having said that Tears flood my eyes I can speak no more Father, mother, they are all crying for me And my poor sweetheart the most of all Oh my poor sweetheart Today's caress gone now I want to kiss you one more time God forbid that I ever loose you That is how I was lamenting then When i was saying goodbye to my beloved Finally I pulled myself away from my sweetheart And departed on this hard journey When i arrived to the desired city With my soul full of every sorrow (13 of 59) There I was greeted by a multitude of soldiers Each of them shouting a hundred times Here is our green recruit When I arrived in front of our barrack Poor me, I heard shouting in the yard Where they were placing soldiers into divisions There is noise of all kinds there I leaned against a wooden beam And there is my first misery They sent me to report for service to the sergeant For him to send me to the lieutenant But he also commanded That he did not need to see me But he sent me to report to the captain Because he did not know what to do with me The sergeant then took me to the captain To please the first gentleman The captain is looking at me from afar Saying, what is your religion Where have you been until now, you ox That you come to me only now And why haven't you had a haircut (14 of 59) Because you can't be a soldier as you are Then he shouted to a non-commissioned officer Who had to suffer terrible shouting Bring me a barber So he can shave this lad of dog's faith The officer immediately brought the barber Who made me shiver He made my head utterly ugly Like a goose in the meadow After two minutes the sergeant says Prepare this recruit for me The barber says, I am now finished Go to the devil, you rascal Then the sergeant yells at me March behind me, don't say a word Down there, in front of the small storage room That is where I will give you your things I have to get you dressed before tonight When i came to the big door My headache grows The captain was standing at the door (15 of 59) He was looking at me sharply Take off those dirty clothes Don't put them on until tonight You will get a military cut uniform It is brand new, as its colour shows On top of that, you will get three thin shirts Then he yells at me to take my opanke [traditional shoes] off I apologise and he nods his head He pushes me and swears Your legs are not straight, you urchin And he calls the inspection lad And reads the following instructions to him Take this soldier To report at the kitchen door He should take with him some mud brushes And some sheat straw And some sharp sand from the wall And you should go to the well Don't wander across the path But scrub this recruit Now you should see the sudden woe (16 of 59) From the cook and old soldier If my sweetheart had only seen me like that They are scrubbing me for one and a half hour My toe nails are bleeding But the captain yells several times Faster, faster, scrub the recruit And i am crying like a baby And i moan several times And the captain yells again And he gets me dragged to the storage room There you are, rascal, take your uniform You can choose from what I give you And he tells a sergeant Come on, faster, give him his clothes To outfit this recruit He throws an old coat to me It was probably smoked with some bacon It will be good for this rascal The coat was so greasy That it could spice up soup for the entire division And some pants without a cord It was as if I were wearing a sack (17 of 59) They gave me an old shirt Of the kind that people probably wear when milking the goats And they gave me some old shoes All torn and patched up I don't mind that they are old If only they were not too small for me I see as soon as I put them on I could stuff three full handouts into each When they put me into the uniform They all laughed heartily I looked miserable in it As if I had fallen from a cloud They looked at each other And my captain says sweetly Take away the young soldier To the barrack near the small corridor To that small room Until we find a place for him Take him to the corporal of the day So he can take care of him for tonight (18 of 59) The Life of a Recruit Listen now, my dear brothers What luck has befallen me My story is all true Whatever I am telling you with my own mouth That happened on the evening When ill luck took me to the Swabian, And as soon as the sergeant let me go I felt like dying from all my misery How wouldn't I be so miserable When I suffered such misfortune Every morning at early dawn A faithful inspection comes to us Yelling at us from the top of their voices Spiting the recruits Get up you green recruits You are more yellow when you are asleep (19 of 59) And if someone perhaps intends Not to get out of your bed I will take off you cover And you will sober up immediately So get dressed quickly Put your shoes and tidy up your things I know you are not old soldiers You will go and get coffee straight away And then go to learn the exercise But as soon as you put your shoes on You should first make your beds Now I am overwhelmed with woe I am putting my shoes on for more than an hour So the cook comes to the door And yells from the top of his voice Hey you recruits, you miserable lot Come quickly, your coffee is ready So I am hardly half-dressed (20 of 59) And the corporal punches me with his fist Go to the corridor this very instant Take your cup and ask for coffee And be careful, you silly recruit To put the cups in order on the board I go down to the kitchen straight away Where the cook is waiting for me in a bad mood So he starts yelling at me And where did you leave Jovo the recruit I don't want to serve again Bring me the tray And put the cups on it in order Put the recruits' cups separately And those of old soldiers on the side I give too much coffee to the recruits I have to give them less Old soldiers can eat more And their soldiers' bellies can take more (21 of 59) I call Jovo and put the cups in order Take them to him and get ready to eat I haven't finished taking the coffee yet And the corporal yells from somewhere The corporal of the day of our unit With sashes around his waist Hey you lazy recruits Dust the walls in the corridor You have to sweep the entire corridor And garbage needs to be taken to the garbage area Since we are meant to go out soon We have to endure the cleaning So I jump to obey the command And finish that job in half an hour And when, tired, I sit down to rest The corporal above me starts ordering Get your things ready, prepare your rucksack And get ready to go out (22 of 59) But then an officer comes To play the sad tune to me Faster, you recruit, curse your three saints, When I have to worry about you I don't know where my head stands Who is going to hand me things The corporal says, a few minutes left Go across the path Oh brother, this is like a real wound It happens every day Day and night it repeats itself And the poor recruit's torture continue The poor recruit is never peaceful Until 10 o'clock sounds in the evening So this is repeated every day To pay off his skin to the devil And it is even worse on the holy Saturday Which precedes the more-than-holy Sunday (23 of 59) Saturday means suffering to the recruit And Sunday is hundred times worse Oh sad recruit, you should have never existed Because you carry a great sorrow Every day of your life is hard But Saturdays and holidays are even worse Saturday is gearing for later And on Sunday the inspection The major or the captain Who are yelling at poor men But even without this yelling There would be other misfortunes. Either the inspection of our guns That we have to be fearful of Oh my God, what a grave penance The real hell dreamt of in this world Because it is hard to be in this service And have tasks like that (24 of 59) Oh recruits, your mothers are sad This is how you are repaid by your fate I wouldn't like to be in your skin Even if you gave me a basket full of ducats The sad recruit reaches for his pen To write to his dear mother So she can send you money So you can alleviate your misfortune So your mother can believe you And have mercy on your plight And you should write to her like this And describe your plight So your sad mother will know How we live here as soldiers Your mother would sell everything she has And send it to her son the soldier That is why a recruit who has a mother Can escape his plight more easily (25 of 59) Every mother with a good and soft heart Will send something to her son often As a favour to the corporals And often also to old soldiers Every recruit who does not have a mother Should die before the military exercise Every recruit has to tell you this And behave as I describe in this poem Military Exercise Oh brothers, when I was a recruit Hiding in the recruit's skin The Devil's rule was enjoyed Often making my head hum I suffered a lot And swallowed pain and misery Until I learned the exercise well Oh dear brother, for two whole months (26 of 59) Cocking the gun every day And dragging the rucksack on top of that All in fog and autumn mud That was like a yoke on my shoulder Which I will remember Into my old age, should I ever reach it I can't wait, mother dear Two months have passed Dear God, thank you for everything But I have had enough of it And at the beginning of the yellow month of October The whole parade started So, dear brother, study this well I was cursing my dear mother For bringing me to this world to be chased Woe to me, my dear mother Why did you give birth to me If only you could see your suffering son now Overcome by huge sorrow (27 of 59) Even though you are old, you would say That it is not a good thing to create a man And that is true for the recruit only Still a yellow lad, as he is When I joined the exercise on the first day The exercise was hard Our words were commands only Which were so harsh We are standing in one heap And they yell, attention I think Oh my God The sergeant is yelling, stand still Prick your ears, now attention Listen lads, there will be a break soon Every soldier has to know How to march in step Oh my God, that is hard And there is no peace (28 of 59) Because then one needs to know How to walk as stiffly as one can I don't know how to start with this evil My veins are stiff in contractions I am suffering to learn And the sergeant yells, arms back Back with your arms, forward with your chest That will be fine to see But then he starts using the rifle What does he want from me now My veins are contracting I feel as if I were being cut with a knife I am thinking, where should I sit The Sergeant yells, to the overhang He finds something I am not doing right He commands, now to your shoulder Oh my God, I am already dying And he yells, now ready (29 of 59) The sergeant is cursing my patron saint Move that gun so it shakes Don't be so tepid You should be the real soldier Dear God, they torture us Yelling all the time, heads up And then, if someone doesn't want to They put a bayonet under his chin Take it, lad Head up, and the bayonet stings And the new torture starts When the exercise of double rows starts You should know the double rows Form the rows Do you still not know how to do it, you lazy ox And he yells, jump better Walk straight so help you God Do you still not know your comrade (30 of 59) You should know that is torture And he yells, now march Those who don't want to march I will make them race So try to pay attention Not to stick out your tongue He curses my mother And commands, stop here Then start stepping again After that, all will run And that torture continues every day And lasts all day Without a break Until the day of St Nicholas It is always easier Once the recruits' exercise is over (31 of 59) Before the Camp Dear mother, I have to lament Because we soldiers are suffering now Today the hard summer exercise starts That makes soldiers miserable Look, mother, at my pain That I suffer today I curse and swear because I don't have a penny And I cry bitterly I am in grave need While serving my masters without a penny That is where my pain lies That pierces my soul to the bottom Listen, mother, about my terrible grief My grief and my sorrow That makes my soul sigh bitterly The grave penance for your son (32 of 59) That he cannot escape ever Without God's will Deep sorrow presses my heart Listen, mother, to my loud words Don't wait night or day But send me a tenner In express mail to this village So I can cure my pain in the camp Hurry, mother, the camp starts soon It will be hard for me without any money I have to get ready for the camp Otherwise I'll be sorry when I am there Your son sends you greetings, mother Give the money to the postman to send So I can be happy together with you I will not suffer if I have money Dear mother, say hello to my sweetheart She should also send me something (33 of 59) And she should do the right thing And send me two to three crowns Without being sorry for the money You should greet her nicely like that Arrival at the Camp Glory be to you, dear God Your wrath has struck the soldiers The just destiny has to follow them Because they have sinned gravely If God's justice were rash It would kill them all with the plague But first of all that officer Who always messes with soldiers As always, this time too They call us to the manor Where we learn from the old soldiers How to cock our guns (34 of 59) Because the emperor's word has to be obeyed And the command by our corps The command comes everywhere That a camp has to be held That all old kotanas [military sword?] should be collected Even if no one stays home And next to the old soldiers ustaši [possibly in the sense of volunteers or reserve officers?] are gathering Beardless, red-headed and with mustaches Each of them is dragging two saddlebags Saying, see brother, that is how it is The old soldiers are standing by the barrack And non-commissioned officers count them They horded ustaše there, too They gathered there one comrade next to the other They are still wearing civilian clothes As if they were going to a neighbour's party But you should see the great miracle When in half an hour there are none (35 of 59) They are all wearing uniforms With caps on their heads All of a sudden the civilians have disappeared And you can see countless katanas [swords?] Each of them received the royal weapons And a heavy rucksack to carry The day has passed and dark night has come The barrack is full of soldiers Full of lads and their rucksacks You don't see many beardless lads But terrible big men with mustaches They can't have supper all together around a table Or sleep together on the beds Military life like the black earth Each bed is grabbed by four of them The rest remain to sleep across Waiting for the dawn to come And just as the soldiers calmed down (36 of 59) The dawn came to replace the night And as soon as the dawn came The trumpeter is blowing his horn outside The trumpet is calling the soldiers to hurry It is waking the soldiers from their dreams They have to get ready faster Because today they have to march And the guard-master soon thunders Go down to the yard immediately Officers are joking and others laughing Lieutenants are reporting them And soon after there are captains Riding their horses that they are proud of Riding the horses and commanding with their sabres And talking to the Major in Swabian Soldiers are heavy on the earth The mighty troop has lined up The Major takes out his sabre in front of them (37 of 59) Before the sun is out The trumpeter is calling as if to a prayer He is blowing and touching our hearts The Major rides his horse in front of the trumpet A drummer starts beating the step Where we are marching only God knows Where our troops will stop by the evening No one cares where we will arrive Just go forward like ants Our commander knows where we are heading We only know that there will be a parade The drum is beating drum drum drum Step on the field, graveyard, road Marching in the camp Before dawn and the light of day A band is playing with the guards The band is playing and it echoes far And these are the words that are echoed Stop lads, you have to march Before it becomes even hotter It is hard to march in the heat That is what the soldier suffers the most (38 of 59) Notwithstanding the heat Soldiers breathe the dust from the road It is so hard to march on the road You cannot live with the dust The band is playing and the troop is departing The hot sun is emerging from the east Pearly dew is shimmering in the grass And the mighty troops are weighing on the road A thick fog is now falling on the field From the dust that was raised Oh dear mother, your son is suffering now Because he has to bear all this Every soldier is carrying a heavy load And enduring the heat like a knight (39 of 59) Wind is rustling and the hot sun is burning And dust is following the troops The thick dust fog is falling The poor soldier is suffering in the heat The sun is burning so you feel sick The dust is sitting on your throat The thick sweat is forming on your forehead There is a cloud of dust around you Nowhere is there a drop of cold water Other than perhaps in some dirty swamp So you can water your dry throat Wherever you turn it is all deserted So the soldiers travel in this heat Without knowing where the troops will stop We travel far on our way Without any sleep whatsoever The heat is torturing us Many soldiers fall on the ground (40 of 59) Suffocated with the lack of strength When all of a sudden a sound from far The trumpeter of the regiment is blowing his horn And this sound is spreading through the sky Shaking the sad heart with joy The horn sounds two or three times To rest, lads, this heat is too much Leave Dear God, thank you for everything Are we going to stay alive With hot days from September on Hot days and poor accommodation Days are pleasant in the morning But as noon approaches they are hotter and more perilous Every evening is steamy and gloomy And nights are wintery and cold (41 of 59) Paths are harder than rocks Rocky and very hilly It is hard to march there And carry the rucksack as you go And then to attack with all your worries There has been more than twenty days Since we started this suffering Which came as if sent by the devil Sitting on the sea of fire That is suffering, I'll tell you the truth As if he was drinking blood from us It was close to midnight No dawn or the light of day in sight And the morning star has not come out yet And the rays are not yet above the mountain The troops are lying in the middle of the Krajina fields There is a great heartache there With corporals raising their voices (42 of 59) As is appropriate to their rank They are waking up the weak lads in their torn clothes Tired from all this suffering Come on, wake up, you old grandmothers Unkept and unshaven We have to get out early Coffee is ready for everyone The white dawn is spreading its golden wings The trumpeter is calling to prayer So the captains wake up the troops And we all move towards the field It is nice to march in the morning You can enjoy the moisture of the dew But when it is ten o'clock Then the troops grow feeble Officers then prepare the troops Arranging them in one row after another And they have to walk proudly (43 of 59) They have to look into the General's eyes The band is playing and there is a parade We crawl in the field like ants One platoon after the other Many fall on the ground as if dead Not even the doctor knows what to do with them And all of a sudden the General commands For the soldiers to prepare for the attack And one can hear from the front That guns are shooting without any order One thunder after the other is sounding in the fields Oh God will they kill us all And suddenly the Major commands Let us all hold to the right wing This is where the guns are hidden Perhaps we could capture them that way And the guns now thunder even more without stopping (45 of 59) Soldiers in the front are rushing without a thought You cannot hear a comrade From that hellish sound And the strange echo So that the black earth shakes And suddenly the trumpeter blows Cavalry is on the left The Major is now commanding with his sword That we should shoot on the left And the cavalry should dismount When before the night a heavenly fairy Leaves a book where the royal guard stands Where the commanders of the corps are sitting The old captain takes the book He takes the book and this is what he reads Joy to your mother There are thin letters in this book Saying, oh General, so help you God (45 of 59) Order discharge this very day Otherwise your troops will waste away Enough with this suffering and the huge cost The General thinks for some time He jumps on his horse and charges through the field Calling the commander And ordering him loudly To sound the discharge So already today there will be peace And the band starts playing cheerfully The first trumpet sounds for discharge And no one can get lost in the field Then a hundred trumpets sound And a loud hooray is spread everywhere All our suffering is finished We are looking at each other cheerfully There is song on all sides Lasting until late into the night (46 of 59) Then people prepare to sleep And may this song be to our honour, brothers, Old grandmothers [soldiers] on leave Who would ever say that all this will pass And that our leave will come soon That we have been waiting for for a long time And sigh for it gravely When discharge was sounded yesterday Following the command by the General When the general gave his order The old soldiers marched to the barrack They give their luggage there And yell, to the devil with it They put the civilian clothes on And say goodby to the military uniform The guards are sounding the trumpet Calling the old soldiers to the manege (47 of 59) Old soldiers should still be there Because they had no peace in the camp Corporals in the manege are shouting Come on, old soldiers, consign your things And the recruits receive their handout So you can have dinner tonight The drummer calls the corporals To round up the old soldiers for leave They they are taking them down to the Major Each of them has to get a card The drums sound three or four times Your leave starts, old soldiers, and the recruits are coming The old soldiers' song flies to the sky Oh dear God how all that is finished Glory be to God, it is all his will And military life is not that bad after all It also has all sorts of good points So it is hard to say goodbye to the barracks (48 of 59) So glory to the old soldiers Because he is the pride of his home and homeland A Soldier's Sweetheart Dear Mother, soldiers are gone I have no one to sleep with tonight Who will buy me skirts Who will take me for walks Who will caress my face Looking into my eyes I have to grieve today, Mother And shed tears down my cheeks So the daughter starts lamenting And sighing after her beloved That she has to part with when he goes on leave Where his dear mother is waiting for him Quiet, daughter, and do not give up hope Don't be sad (49 of 59) Don't torture your heart Or shed your tears As if you were never to be be happy again A new sweetheart will come soon The new recruits will come in a couple of days And many will pass in front of our house Then you can choose another one Who will caress you nicely So you will sleep with your soul in peace Because the new sweetheart will make up for the old You will replace the old one with the new one That is your revenge on the old soldier Don't let your mother reprimand you, daughter But quickly look for another one (50 of 59) Fiancée's song Oh my beautiful military uniform You hide my sweetheart's body Get up, soldier, take off your uniform And quickly get dressed in civilian clothes My heart cannot calm down For as long as I cannot hug my sweetheart The three years were sad When I was separated from you But here is my caress to you So you no longer shed any tears You are all my treasure in this world I love you more than the emperor's riches Let us praise God that you returned to me in good health And that our sad parting was over Now we will enjoy our love And let others to wear uniforms and carry guns (51 of 59) Home Guards' Songs Written by a home guard of the 27th infantry regiment i I serve the Croatian King I am a Croatian home guard Croatia is a holy country That is where my love resides With a brave heart I carry my flag Red, white and blue, into every battle The green laurel will encircle My bright forehead A home guard will always be the first And his first shield is God Enemy must fall, must die Wherever the holy Croatian flag is flying (53 of 59) You gave birth to me, Mother, with all the glory My ancestry is knightly I am a Croat whatever happens The world knows me for my bravery I only hold one flag dear That even the devil has to fear The red, white and blue flag Is and always will be my flag For it and for the King I will always give my blood and my life A home guard wants to achieve his eternal glory Next to his homeland flag. (53 of 59) A Croatian Home Guard Song Brothers, our life is cheerful Wherever in the world we need to go The sun shines on our foreheads Our chests are all our might Skies are bright adorned with flowers A home guard will grow everywhere There is nothing to stop us Not the waters or the mountains Our good comrades are always The valleys and mountains, frost and snow Winter wind and summer heat A home guard is happy with all of them The whole world smiles at us Every path leads to our happiness Our bodies are healthy, our souls bright Even when we are hit by icy weather The home guard is always brave, alert and healthy Always like a lion (55 of 59) Comrades, love is always with us Love fills our chests The fiery eye of a beautiful girl Meets us gently wherever we go Through the village and through the town A home guard is always young in his heart To the north and to the south We always love our home We are always ready to burst into flames for it Like the fiery thunder For his heroic home May our holy soil live long We live and die for it We glorify it and defend it Our glory will be our delight and honour A home guard will die for it (55 of 59) Regiment's Marching Song The flag of the 27th regiment is flying I march with it in my youth The trumpet is sounding, laughter everywhere The old town of Sisak We are the sons of the proud regiment Beloved by all Croats Where every soldier is alert Beautiful as heaven Wherever it goes The 27th regiment is glorified Its motto is the golden unity Its chest is like a hard rock Brothers we are Of proud and heroic birth Everyone in the world knows That our hand is strong If we need to stand up to the devil We are here The twenty-seventh regiment With its glory and strength Will save our homeland (56 of 59)</p>
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