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