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                                                                                                                                                                                                      Str.23                                                                                                                                                                                            Chłopek                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Rycerz to niewielki:                                                                                                                                                               Ojczyźnie ubliża;.                                                                                                                                           Który nad stan wszelki                                                                                                                                                                                                    Rolnika poniża.                                                                                                                                                         Dobry polski chłopek:                                                                                                                                                                                       Dłoń jego obroni,                                                                                                                          Żywi hojny snopek,                                                                                                                                                                                                        W potrzebie zasłoni.                                                                                                                        Zbożem jego kosy                                                                                                                                                                       Posuta jest ziemia,                                                                                                                                Tak on na niej  kłosy                                                                                                                                                                        Jak laury rozplemia.                                                                                                                                                                                                                Z wołkiem on w pokoju                                                                                                                                                                                  Uprawia nam błonie,                                                                                                                                           Na koniku w boju                                                                                                                                                                                        Pośpiesza w obronie.                                                                                                                                                                  Te warowne grody,                                                                                                                                                                       Te pańskie pałace -                                                                                                                                                                  Jego to zachody                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         I jego to prace.                                                                                                                                                  Jego to ciężarem                                                                                                                                                                                                               Pan skarby dziedziczy,                                                                                                                                                                                              Na to on pod skwarem                                                                                                                                          Ziarnkami dań liczy.                                                                                                                                                                                 Z dziećmi on głodnemi                                                                                                                                                      Te ziarenka zgania.,                                                                                                                     Które pan po ziemi                                                                                                                                                                                                 Za cacka roztrwania                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    str.24                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 W pomoc kraju bieżał                                                                                                                                       Za pańskimi syny,                                                                                                                      Wszędzie on należał -                                                                                                                                  Prócz zysków i winy.                                                                                                                         Sam po tylej stronie                                                                                                                                                       Od nędzy nas chroni,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  W swojej tylko chacie                                                                                                                                                                                                       Jej mieszkać nie broni.                                                                                                                                    Rycerz to niewielki:                                                                                                                         Ojczyźnie ubliża,                                                                                                                                                                                    Który nad stan wszelki                                                                                                                                                              Rolnika poniża.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 

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