Chto tam opivnochi po horach hukaye?
To Oleksa Dovbush opryshkiv zbyraye.
Kyptari chervoni ta shche z bovdychkamy,
Mayeni krysani krasnymy pavkamy.

Rano do schid soncya zavyla smerichka,
Po horach shukaye Dovbusha Marichka.
Peredayte lyudyam vid chaty do chaty,
Za opryshkom plache Verchovyna-maty.

Verchovyno ridna, Verchovyno myla,
Skazy meni pravdu, de-s ho pohubyla?
– Ya ne pohubyla, v serci schoronyla,
A yoho dorohy buynym cvitom vkryla.