Oy u moho konychenka zolota pidkova –
A yak syadu, to poyidu do samoho L'vova.

Hey, shche pivni ne spivaly, ne dymylos' z chat,
Yak my koni posidlaly, na sidelce posidaly,
Staly vsi pidryad!

Pryspiv:
Hey, sidelce, v nas sidelce,
Ty, konyku, skach –
Hey, divchyno, serce, serce,
Divchyno, ne plach.

Vze pan sotnyk vyyizdzaye, napered staye,
"Chy ochota ye?" – pytaye, – toho chvalyt', toho zlaye,
"Shvungu" dodaye.

"Pane sotnyk, my z toboyu! – zahuly usi –
Yak do charky, tak do boyu, krivavoho pereboyu,
Duzi my y micni!"

My u biy pidem kervavyi za svoyich brativ, –
Ne dlya pochesty, dlya slavy – my zitnem lyac'kiyi lavy
Nashych vorohiv.

A yak z boyu nam vertaty po trudach usich –
Mut' divchata nas vitaty, cilovaty, pryhortaty
Lycariv svoyich.