Pid vikoncem yavir zelenenkyi,
Tam spivaye soloviy malenkyi.
Sluchay, myla, yak ptashka spivaye,
Shcho z lyubovi dobra ne buvaye.

Oy u hayu chereshnya vyrosla,
Chto z prynese yahidok my do sna.
Oy ya mayu mylenkoho, mayu,
Vin prynese yahidok iz hayu.

Oy vy, chlopci, shcho vy narobyly,
Koly voliv na pashu honyly?
Oblamaly chereshenci hilcya,
Plache divcha: zahubylo vincya.