Prostelylys' kupamy tumany
Cherez dali hominkych vikiv...
Hey! Zbyralys' pany-otamany
Ta y vesty do boyu kozakiv.

Zavtra biy, potribno vyrushaty –
Naletila chornaya orda.
Oy, ne plach za mnoyu, stara maty,
I ne plach, divchyno moloda.

Pryspiv:
Shabli shche ne poshcherbylysya,
Poroch ne rozsypavsya!
Hey, brattya, sidlay koni!
Hey! – Krov udaryt' v skroni!
Hey! Po zemli neset'sya tupit i huk.
Hey, rid kalynovyi!
Hey, styah malynovyi!
Hey! Pane pidstarshyno,
Pidnimay bunchuk.

Na svitanku kynulys' do boyu,
V serci koznim vidchuvavsya zar.
Ech! Zlamaly busurmans'ki stroyi,
Kozaky zlamaly volyu yanychar.

Chay tremtyat' tevtony y moskovyty,
Chyza Porta i Pospolyta Rich,
A shche zaprodanci – bo vsi budut' byti,
Chto vede viynu na Rus' ta Sich.

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