Pidem, pane-brate,
Vid chaty do chaty
Chystym sercem dobrym lyudyam
Zakolyaduvaty.

Narodyvsya ne v bahatstvi,
I ne miz caryamy,
A v bidnenkiy stayni, v poli
Pomiz pastuchamy.

Todi bula temna nichka,
Anhely zletily
I pastushkiv bidnesenkych
Zi snu pobudyly.

Oy ne spaly pastushechky,
Skoro pospishaly,
Narodzennomu Isusu
Sviy poklin viddaly.