Chy vy, chlopci, spaly,
Chy vy karty hraly,
Shcho vy Ukrayinu
Voroham prodaly.

My spaty ne spaly,
Ne v korchmi hulyaly.
Chlopci molodiyi
Zlu komandu maly.

Chlopci molodiyi
Zlu komandu maly,
Cherez te vorohy
Vkrayinu zabraly.

U nedilyu rano,
Shche sonce ne schodyt' –
Ukrayins'ke viys'ko
Z okopiv vychodyt'.

Okopy, okopy,
Zal vas pokydaty.
Oy, yak bulo vazko
V zemli buduvaty.

Buduvaly my vas
Ta y ciluyu zymu,
Teper pokydayem
Za odnu hodynu.