Along the well-worn path to Foam Lake,
there a Kozak named Olive was riding.
She feared neither fire, nor the sword, nor the vicious swamp.

As it happens, the Kozak was dressed in fine clothing.
She was dressed in three stunning garments; one was bad and the other no good. The third was not suitable for wearing in a pigsty.
And as for her footwear: shoes of fine leather and foot cloths of silk.
They are like men’s filthy rags and shoes are like men’s dainty boots.
Yet the Kozak wears a stunning hat with a hole on top, it is sewn with grass
and lined with the wind.
Where the wind blows, it wafts through and keeps Olive cool.

Well, the Kozak rides and she wanders.
She attacks neither city nor village
as she eyes up Yorkton and looks down at Bethune.
She knows that in Foam Lake there sits a Mountie…
An old bearded one,

He walks through his chambers and speaks to his wife,
“Are you thinking my thoughts?”
(He’s drunk)
“Are you seeing my vision?”

She says, “Now please listen! I haven’t got an idea of your vision,
nor any semblance of your thoughts!
So get lost!”

[Kozak Olive] measures the Mountie with the eye of a wolf,
“What are you after?
My shining weapons or my raven horse?
Or is it me and an untold number of gold coins?
Your loins are bereft of the sacred Kozak gruel.”

The Kozak Olive kept her cool.

“You do not know the Kozak customs,” she spat.
Having said this, she raised herself up in the saddle.
Poured gun powder without a measure.
And sent the Mountie a gift right into his chest.

She pulls off the Mountie’s boots,
and puts them on her feet.
The Mountie’s hat would surely cover her hair!
She takes his horse by the reins.
She takes his horse by the saddle,
and leads it to the city…

“Oh most wretched field,
may you been green in the summer,
and green in the winter,
because you have aided me in the hour of my misfortune
and for that I have eternal gratitude.
Thank you!”