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Treba by nam, treba stilcya shyrokoho,
Bo nasha Marysya rodu velykoho.
Do stilcya sidaty, a mamy ne maty...
Prydte, mamo, z neba, bo vas hnes tu treba.
Divko moya ljuba, veseltesya samy,
Bo moyi kistochky v poroh rozsypany.
Chodyla Marysya na cmentar po zilya,
Prosyla nyanyusya: podte na vesilya!
Divko moya ljuba, veselsya ty sama,
Bo moya holova hlynom prysypana.
Ked yest prysypana, my vam odkryyeme,
Lem vy yshchy vstante, ked my vas klycheme.
