THE VOLGA BOATMEN.

Grey River Argus, 26 June 1922, Page 4

THE VOLGA BOATMEN.

I Travellers in old-time Russia, says the Labour Press Service, used to hear the Volga boatmen sing their boatsong just as our seamen raise their chanties. I To-day the Volga is a river of woe, but the boatmen still sing. This is their song:—• We are dying, I We are dying. ; The people are fleeing. I The houses are deserted The burning heat has destroyed | All the forests, All the villages, I All the fields. I Wo are left without, bread. ' Who will heed our grief and misery? Who will see our tears’ We are dying. Death mows us down. Do you hear our groans, our woes and and sufferings? Do you hear us ? The cumulative misery of that ought to enable even our hard-faced men to hear.