– Oy ty, Yanchuku
Urodlyvyi,
Hey, shche y choroshyi,
Chornobryvyi!
De z ty, Yanchuku,
Ruky pokryvavyv?
– Zabyv holubochku
V lisi na dubochku,
Oy shcho sydila,
Vorkotala,
Meni, Yanchuku,
Spat' ne davala.
A v nedilyu rano
U vsi dzvony dzvonyat'
Hey, za Yanchukom
Turky honyat'.
Dzvonyly, dzvonyly
Ta vze perestaly.
A vze z Yanchuka
Turky spiynyaly.
Vyvely Yanchuka
Ta v chysteye pole.
– Shcho-s' zhlyanesh, Yanchuku,
To vse bude tvoye!
– Oy vydzu ya, vydzu
Plaskiyanycyu,
Shche zolotuyu
Shybenycyu.
Oy koly b ya znav,
Shcho to moya bude,
Shcho meni hotuyut'
Dobriyi lyudy,
Hey, to kazav by-m
Domuruvaty,
Shche y talyaramy
Poobbyvaty.