Na horbochku sydzu ta y dumku hadayu,
Shcho ya parubok motornyi, ta hroshey ne mayu.

Yakby meni stilky hroshey, yak u toho pana,
Spravyv by ya sobi synoho zupana.

Oy spravyv by zupan novyi ta y pidperezavsya,
A yak vyishov na vulycyu, shche y u boky vzyavsya.

Oy yiv by ya, shcho chotiv, salo i kovbasy,
I chechonyu, i taranyu, pans'ki vytrabasy.

A horilku b ya pyv, yaka ye na sviti,
I vyshnivku, i ternivku, yaka ye na sviti.

Na horbochku sydzu ta y zbyrayu vyshni,
Yakby meni cholovika ta y pid moyi mysli.

Shchob horilky ne pyv, tyutyunu ne nyuchav,
Chuzych zinok ne lyubyv, a svoyeyi sluchav.

Oy ne dav meni Boh, koho ya bazala,
Ta z za toy perebir, shcho perebyrala.

A za toy perebir ta z za teye lycho,
Kolyshu, tormoshu, a vin sydyt' tycho.

– Oy ustan, staryi chrin, povorushy kosti,
Ne sushy, ne nudy moyeyi molodosti.