Hei, u chystim poli

Hei, u chystim poli,
Tam zovniry stoyat,
Yak stoyat, tak stoyat,
Tak yih nizky bolyat.
Ziishlysya dokupy,
Staly sya radyty:
Yak by to, chym by to
Divchynu zradyty?
Oden kaze: medu,
A druhyi: horivky,
A to dobra z, [dobra]
Zradonka dlya divky!
Tretii kaze: pyva,
A chetvertyi: vyna,
Ne bude divchyna
Vinochka nosyla!
Ne bude, ne bude,
Bo toho ne hodna,
Hulyala, spivala
Z zovniramy do dnya.
Oi pryishla divchyna
Dodomonku spaty,
A maty kocyubov
Vyhnala iz haty.
Pishla ona z serpom
V pole zyto zaty,
Nad’yihaly zovnirenky,
Stala rozmovlyaty:
– De ty yidesh, mylyi,
V daleku dorohu,
A mene lyshayesh,
Divchynu ubohu?
– Ya tebe ne lyshu,
Boh by mene skarav,
Do inshoi ne pidu,
Chot by tato skazav!