Memo

Maciek's marching onward,
With a cudgel at his side,
Humming to himself,
Dana, dana, with some pride.
And whoever stands in his way,
Gets a thump, no delay.

Oh dana, dana, dana, dana, dana.

Oh, how hard it is,
That our Maciek’s feeling low,
He hasn't visited the tavern,
For four nights in a row.
Oh, who will sing for us here,
Oh, who'll buy beer, do we fear.

Oh dana, dana, dana, dana, dana.

Maciek's passed away now,
He'll rise no more again,
Let's pray devoutly for his soul,
For eternal rest, Amen.
Oh, he was such a nice lad,
Too bad life's so short and sad.

Oh dana, dana, dana, dana, dana.

They’ve laid Maciek down,
In the center of the village square,
Neighbors all around him,
Come with solemn care.
No one can help him now,
For Maciek’s left us, poor soul, wow!

Oh dana, dana, dana, dana, dana.

Maciek's passed away now,
Lying there on the board...
If they played for him,
He'd still leap, for sure.
For in a Mazur beats a heart,
Play the tune, he'll surely start.

Oh dana, dana, dana, dana, dana