"Ni, mamo, ne mozna nelyuba lyubyt',
Neshchasnaya dolya z nelyubom vik zyt'.
Oy tyazko, oy vazko z nym rich rozmovlyaty...
Oy luchche z ya budu ves' vik divuvaty".

"Chiba z ty ne bachysh, yaka ya stara,
Meni v domovynu lyahaty pora...
Yak ochi zakryyu, shcho bude z toboyu?
Ostaneshsya, donyu, odna syrotoyu.

A v sviti yakeye zyttya syroti?
I hore, i nuzdu terpitymesh ty.
Ya, dochku pustyvshy, movlyav, na potalu,
Stohnat' pid zemleyu, yak horlycya, stanu".

"Oy mamo, holubko, ne plach, ne ryday –
Hotuy rushnyky i chustky vyshyvay;
Nechay za nelyubom ya shchastya utrachu
Ti i budesh vesela, – odna ya zaplachu".

Hey tam na mohyli chrest Bozyi stoyit',
Pid nym rano y vechir matusya kvylyt':
"Oy Boze miy mylyi, shcho ya narobyla,
Dochku svoyu ridnu navik zahubyla".