Yak-yem ishol z Ameryky domu,
Pomoz, Boze, po shyrokym moryu.

Bo na shyfi strashna chvilya trymat,
Lem zo shyfom z boka na bik kyvat.

V Kaselhardi na shyfu sidaty,
Shytko yedno i tu umeraty.

Bo na shyfi bida prevelyka,
Nychto ne dzbat any o chloveka,

Na shyfi pan velebnyi ne chovat,
Lem ked' pomre, drylyat ho do morya.

Tilo z noho ryby otorhayut,
Lem kistochky po moryu plavayut.

Sestry, bratya bars sa mu radiyut,
Ze z oreka vekshu chastku mayut.