Na cilim s'viti stalasya novyna,
Prechysta Diva porodyla Syna,
Yak porodyla, v peleny povyla,
Zelene since v yaslad postelyla.

A since krasshe yak ruzovi kvity,
A na nim lezyt' sam Isus povytyi.
Yak sya zydove o tim dovidaly
V pen otrochata dvolitni stynaly.

A Matka Boza, yak sya dovidala
Z Isusom Chrystom v Yehypet tikala.
Tikala ona cherez chyste pole,
A tam hospodar na pshenycyu ore.

Pomahay-bih, hazdo, to pole zoraty,
Nyni zasiyesh, zavtra budesh zaty!
Yak sya zydove o tim dovidaly,
Za Matkov Bozov u pohonyu hnaly.

Oy hnaly, hnaly, travu vyryvaly,
A na tim poly pshenychenku zaly.
Pomaybih gazdo tu pshenycyu zaty.
Chy ne yshla tuda hey, Bozaya Maty?

Oy ishla, yshla, buynyi viter viyav,
A ya u toy den pshenychenku siyav.
Staly zydove ta y sya izumily.
Bozaya syla usich yich zat'myla.