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

Yakby v mene stilky hroshey, yak u toho pana,
Ya kupyv by i poshyv synoho zupana.

I nadiv by zupan novyi ta y pidperezavsya,
Pishov by ya na vulycyu ta y u boky vzyavsya.

Poyiv by ya, shcho chotiv,– sala i kovbasy,
I chechonyu, i taranyu – pans'ki vykrutasy.

Da horilku ya by pyv, yaka ye na sviti,
I vyshnivku, i ternivku, nastoyku na zyti.

Na horbochu sydzu ta zbyrayu vyshni
Poshly, Boze, cholovika ta pid moyi mysli:

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