Pavo Krivists papers, ca. 1915-ca. 1919

Item

Title: Pavo Krivists papers, ca. 1915-ca. 1919
Subject: World War, 1914-1918--Sources; War stories; Immigrants--Australia--History; Internment camp inmates' writings; Prisoner-of-war camps
Category: 3. World War I
Author: Krivists, Pavo
Current holder: State Library of New South Wales
Period of reference: 1915 – 1919
Link: https://collection.sl.nsw.gov.au/record/nvg8rd51
Series number: MLMSS 261/Box 4/Item 35
Item number: nvg8rd51
Access rights: Digitised
Rights: Copyright status: In copyright. Please acknowledge: Mitchell Library, State Library of New South Wales and Courtesy copyright holder
Country of origin: Australia
Language: Croatian
Description from source: 1 folder of textual material Pavo Krivists poems written in exercise book
Physical format: Manuscripts; Poetry
Transcription: 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)
Translation: Memories of military life 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)
Related resources: https://omaa-arts.sydney.edu.au/texts/2404/
Bibliographic citation: https://www.zotero.org/groups/4688363/oama/items/A2WAFQW9/