Talavyri-vyri-vyri-vyri,
Ta yak pas ya shtyri*-byri,
Simsot shche y chotyry,
Ta vona meni po hlechyku moloka nesyla,
Ta po koryaku syru.
Ta yak ziydu na mohylu,
Ta prokynu siryachynu,
Ta lyazu trochy spochynu.
A chy spav, chy ne spav,
Chetvertoho dnya vranci vstav!
A chy yiv, chy ne yiv,
Troye chliba zziv!
Ta nema z moyey shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche y chotyry!
Yak pishov ya luhamy ta berehamy –
Shukaty svoyey shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche y chotyry.
Oy ya z dumav, shcho to biliyut' ovechky,
Az to miy chazyayin ta y nasiyav hrechky.
Oy ya z dumav, shcho to baranci, baranci,
Az to moho chazyayina kabanci, kabanci.
Oy ya z dumav, shcho to viter shumyt',
Az to miy chazyayin na syvim konyu bizyt'.
Ta zapachly meni haryachiyi knyshi...
Ya z dumav, shcho to haryachiyi knyshi,
Az to miy chazyayin zaparyv na mene bychi.
Yak uzyav mene tymy knyshamy hoduvaty,
Yak uzyav mene tymy bychamy potyahaty,
Byv-byv,
Desyatoho ne dobyv,
Ta y toy kolo mene polozyv!
Oy orlyku-bratyku,
Ty vysoko litayesh,
Ty daleko vydayesh,
Chy ne bachyv ty moyeyi shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche y chotyry?
Az tam tvoyi shtyri-byri,
Simsot shche y chotyry,
Ta y pohnav vovchyk sirenkyi...
Ta v teyi nema nohy,
V teyi holovy,
A v teyi chvosta,
Ta cap napyraye,
A Sirko pidhanyaye,
A suchka Mashtuchka prypynyaye...
Nayshov vivci! (3)