Kolo Tuchli slavni hory porosly lisamy.
Tam vorohy try misyaci krylys' pered namy.

Tam krylysya try misyaci, llyalas' krov nevynna,
I zhadaty istoriya ti hory povynna.

Hora Chyryak i Makivka povik ne zabuti –
Tam "Sokoly" borolysya i "Sichi" nevhnuti.

Tam to prystupom do boyu ishla Stepanivna,
Ne znaydet'sya u Evropi divchyna yiy rivna.

Ide smilo, v rukach zbroya, panna, yak leliya:
"Idim vpered, strilci moyi, na vas vsya nadiya.

Idim smilo v biy zavzyatyi, to ridna zemlycya!
Pered namy – os' dyvit'sya, yak moskal valyt'sya!"

Pishly smilo na bahnety, Makivku zaynyaly,
Polyahlo yich tam sto sorok, svoho dokonaly.

Vpalo vorohiv tam mnoho – i svit sya dyvuye,
Shcho neznanyi svitu narid moskalya tratuye.

Stav smilo v ryady viys'ka, ide na hranyci
I boronyt' tak zavzyato ridnoyi zemlyci.

Ide bodro cherez polya ta cherez ruyiny –
Prykrashuye istoriyu nenky-Ukrayiny.

Rozneslysya po vsim sviti velyka novyna,
Shcho v biy idut' z yasnym krisom kozak i divchyna.