Oy po nebesnomu shlyachu, cherez chornyi kovyl
Yidut' firy chumac'kiyi malovani.
Oy ta yidut' vony, kosmichnych zviriv pohanyayut',
Shcho to yich turec'kiyi lyudy volamy nazyvayut'.
Lehenko vony stupayut', do sonechka-Yaryla pospishayut',
Dary yomu vezut'-zberihayut'.
I ne torkne yich orda tatars'kaya, ni nevolya busurmans'kaya,
Bo vezut' vony knyhy chudesniyi, usyakomu choloviku interesniyi:
Yermoloy, Bermoloy, Savhyryu i shche tuyu, shcho telyatyno’v obshyta,
I shche tuyu, shcho telyatyno’v obshyta.

Yoy tut lycho veletens'keye prydybylo
Yednoho chumachenka plutons'ko’v haryachko’v prybylo,
Ochi yomu zakrylo, yazyka vysolopylo.
Chumac'kyi vatah lyulku z rota ronyaye,
Misyachnyi popil na poludrabok vysypaye,
Slozamy-zironkamy ridnu zemlyu omyvaye,
Do chumakiv promovlyaye:
"Yoy chumaky, shcho z nam robyty?
De Petra-svata schoronyty!?"

Bystro-yesy rishyly, shcho robyty.
U velykoho voza Petra-svata polozyty,
Druhym nakryty, u Vsesvita kosmichnoho zapustyty.
Doteper vono litaye, ukrayins'kym chumakam put' do Krymu osvishchaye.
Shcho to yoho starosta myrhorods'kyi Velykym Vozom velychaye!
Lety, lety zveselyaysya, u bili shaty vbyraysya,
Duma moya prevelebnaya, na tychi vody, na yasni zori,
U svit chrystyyans'kyi!