Oy zacvyla cheremcha, zacvyla
Yarym cvitom,
Tam prashchavsya ta strilec' sichovyi
Z bilym svitom.

Tam prashchavsya ta strilec' sichovyi
Slizonkamy,
Shcho ne maye komu prokopaty
Yomu yamy.

Nema komu truny tysovoyi
Zhotovyty,
Bude tilo chorne hayvoronnya
Roznosyty.

A cheremcha tuyu skarhu tychu
Zrozumila,
Chystu dushu strilcya sichovoho
Pozalila.

– Spy spokiyno, strilnyku sichovyi,
Spy, miy synu,
Bo ya tebe chesno pochovayu,
Yak dytynu.

Rano-vranci pryishly za nym druzi
Pohlyadity,
A za nichku strilcya sichovoho
Vkryly cvity.