Oy na hori na vysokiy zozulenka kuye,
B’yut'sya strilci na Ma-, na Makivci,
Ves' sya svit dyvuye.

A moloda Stepanivna z chlopcyamy voyuye,
B’yut'sya strilci, llyet'sya, llyet'sya krovcya,
Vona bandazuye.

Bandazuye, zavyvaye strilec'kiyi rany,
Dobra bula Stepa-, Stepanivna,
Shche lipsha vid mamy.

Nasha maty dobra bula – vona porodyla,
Stepanivna lipsha, lipsha bula,
Bo kray boronyla.

A moloda Stepanivna zlamala kalynu,
Poschodylys' sicho-, sichovyky
Z hory na dolynu.

Oy yak vony poschodyly, postavaly v lavu,
Yak prohnaly voro-, vorozenkiv,
Distaly pochvalu.