Hey tam pid lisom na travi zeleniy,
Tam lezyt' zovnyar tyazenko ranenyi.

Bez pravoy ruchenky, bez livoy nozenky,
Tam lezyt' zovnyar tyazenko ranenyi.

Pryishla do neho sama maty yeho,
Plache, rydaye i zaluye yeho:

– Oy, synu, synu, to-s sya dovoyovav,
Bez pravoy ruchenky, chom-s' ne zalovav.

Pryishla do neho sama myla yeho,
Plache, rydaye i zaluye yeho:

– Oy, mylyi, mylyi, de z tvoya ruchenka,
Chym ty mnya pryhornesh do svoho serdenka?

Nichym pryhornuty, ni na chim stoyaty,
Tre meni takoho myloho ne maty.

– Oy, myla, myla, ne stiy kolo mene,
Voz'my sy chustynku, obitry krov z mene.

Voz'my sy chustynku, tu, shcho-s' vyshyvala,
Budesh pam’yatala, shcho-s' myloho mala.

Budesh pam’yatala, shcho-s' myloho mala,
Shcho-s' v voyskovim stani yoho pochovala.