Yak yshov ya z Hameryky do krayu,
Strityv ya tam svoho brata na moryu.
– A brate mii, brate ljubyi, yak sya mash,
Cy tam zyye, cy ne zyye moya mac?
– Oi ne zyye tvoya maty, ne zyye,
Yuz try rochky v chornii zemly yak hnyye,
– Keby ya znav, ze moya mac ne zyye,
Sydiv by ya v Hameryckoi krayinye.