Oy tam zarydaly strilci sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch-richku prochodyly,
Shcho stilky narodu vpalo za svobodu, –
Vstoyatys' ne bulo syly.

Oy ta zarydaly strilci sichoviyi,
Staly dribni slezy lyty:
– Bude lyach proklyatyi bat'kamy oraty,
Mater’yamy volochyty.

Oy ne tishsya, vraze, bo po Zbruch – to nashe
Shche zyve strilec'ka slava.
Vernut'sya shche tiyi strilci sichoviyi –
Zadrozyt' Moskva y Varshava.

Oy ta zarydaly strilci sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch-richku prochodyly,
Shcho stilky narodu vpalo za svobodu,
Vstoyatys' ne bulo syly.