Na rukach chervoni kaydaniv rubci,
A poza spynoyu chlopci-molodci.
Katorha mynula, hynut' vsi pany,
Ustavay zi mnoyu, hodi sydity.

Shvydshe z-pid, z-za strichy zbroyu vytyahay,
Bude, bude vilnym stepovyi nash kray.
Nimcya-avstriyaka tyahnem do hillya,
Pana y komisara sadym na palya.

Pryspiv:
Hey, hulyaye polem kuryava po stepam,
Pid praporom chornym sune otaman.
Z obriyu do obriyu volenka bez mez,
Hey, nas ne vpiymayesh, ne viz'mesh.

Ditochok ta zinku v chati zalyshy,
Voronych letyuchych z pluha rozpryazy.
Ta strichky na hrudy, v brychku – kulemet,
Za selyans'ku dolyu rushymo vpered.

Pryspiv

Yak na Perekopi bilych porubav,
Zrady bilshovyc'koyi zertvoyu upav,
Yak ponad Dunayem pereyshov kordon,
Cvyntar u Paryzi – otamana son.