Dyvit si, lyude dobri, yak hucul tancyuye,
Do visimoch divok chodyt', z dev’yatov tancyuye.
Oy odna mu yisty zvaryt', a druha pomyye,
Oy a tretya ba y vypere, a chetverta vshyye.
A z p’yatov vin pohovoryt', a z shestov tancyuye,
A v semoyi vecheryaye, v os'moyi nochuye.
Za dev’yatu, brate, chuye, a desyata yeho prosyt' –
Vin yiy ne daruye.