– Blahoslovy, otec', maty, budu si zenyty,
Cy pozvolysh tam uzyaty, de budu lyubyty?

– Pozvolyu ty, miy synochku, v lisec'koho viyta,
Choroshaya y ubranaya, lyshen ne robitna.

Ta cy znayesh, miy synochku, shcho z neyu robyty?
Zapryazy yi ya v boronu, zeny volochyty.

Zapryazy yi ya v boronu, zapryazy yi v yarmo:
– Hey ze, hey ze, moya myla, ne yiz chliba darmo!