Bulo lito, bulo lito, a teper zyma

Bulo lito, bulo lito, a teper zyma,
Poyihav dzuman u dorohu ta i shche ho nema,
Yihav, yihav, na dorozi stav.
Voly mu sya pobolily i sam dzuman zaslab.
Zaslab, zaslab, pid mazev lezyt,
Nihto ho sya ne spytaye, shcho yeho bolyt.
Pryishov d’nemu virnenkyi sluha:
– Ty, gazdo mii, dzumanchyku, chuza storona!
Pryishla d’nemu virnenka sestra:
– Oi bratchyku-dzumanchyku, chuza storona!
Pryishov ze d’nemu yeho ridnyi brat:
– Oi bratchyku-dzumanchyku, cy tut ty zaslab?
Pryishla d’nemu ridnenkaya maty:
– Mii synochku-dzumanchyku, tut by ty vmyraty!
Pryishov d’nemu ridnenkyi otec:
– Dzumanchyku ta i synochku, tut tobi konec!
Zahornuvsya dzumanchenko u novyi zupan:
– Voly moyi poloviyi, hto vam bude pan?
Zahornuvsya dzumanchenko u novyi kozuh.
Obernuvsya doli lychkom, spustyv dzuman duh.
Pishly voly poloviyi lisom rychuchy:
– Chto nas bude hoduvaty, dodomu iduchy?
Pryishly voly poloviyi ta pered vorota,
Vyishla, vyishla dzumanchyha, yak tota syrota:
– Volila ya vas, voly, polupyty,
Niz maly-ste moho syna v chuzyni lyshyty!