Buly u nas kolys' voly, ta y tato prodaly,
Bulo u nas kolys' pole, ta y pany zabraly.

Zenyly mnya molodoho, do pustoyi chaty,
Ta y kazaly: "Teper, synu, pochny hazduvaty".

Shcho robyty, shcho chynyty, zvidky chliba vzyaty?
Naymyv ya sya u panys'ka honty vyroblyaty.

Sydzu v lisi, teshu, struzu, a zinka skladaye,
U cholodi, u holodi, az sya serce kraye.

Oy parshyva to robota – u pana robyty, –
Ay Hospody myloserdnyi, yak na sviti zyty?

Iznayshlysya dobri lyudy, mudru radu daly,
Hroshey meni pozychyly, yichaty kazaly.

V dalekuyu Ameryku, za shyroke more:
– Tam zarobysh ta y zabudesh svoyu bidu y hore.

U nedilyu rano-vranci my z selom proshchalys',
Yak u cerkvi na utrenyu dzvonyty pochaly.

Zaturkotiv viz iz sela, dzvony vse dzvonyly,
Pisn proshchalnu dalekuyu vny nam holosyly.

Hory moyi vysokiyi, zeleni Karpaty,
Strichy moyi solom’yani, koly vas vydaty?

Kuda yichav, tuda yichav, ta ne pam’yatayu,
A vpynyvsya u Amburhu – to vze dobre znayu.

A v Amburhu tim nimec'kim vzyaly nas ahenty,
Obstupyly, yak vorony, krychat': "Davay centy!"

Rano vzyavshy, ne vmyvavshy, krysta ne poklavshy,
Skriz' vulyci, yak zlodiyiv, do shyfy nahnavshy.

Shcho tam bulo toho lyudu,– Hospod' svyatyi znaye,
Z usich krayin, z vs'oho svitu, – chto yich vidhadaye.

Buly shvaby, buly nimci, buly takoz chiny,
I slovaky, i madyary, buly i litviny,

Buly chechy i slovaky z rus'ko-pols'key strany,
Buly zydy rosiys'kiyi, madyars'ki cyhany.

Yak ta branza povlazyla na shyf velycheznyi,
Z tlumachkamy, z ditochkamy,– to buv vyd chudesnyi.

Zasvystaly, zahudily, daly volyu pary,
Rushyly my v den pohidnyi – na nebi ni chmary.

Az piznishe strashni buri po mori hulyaly,
Yak ti myshi v buynim spizu, shyfu vyvertaly.

Kozdyi klyakav na kolina, choch mala dytyna,
Bo to dumav: os' tu miy hrich – mors'kaya hodyna.

Az nakonec' – bulo vranci – my zemlyu uzrily,
Popadaly na kolina, Bohu pisn-mo spily:

– Slava z tobi, Chryste-Boze, za toy dar velykyi,
Shcho ty pomih doyichaty do toy Ameryky.

Oy pishov ya v Ameryci roboty shukaty,
Naynyav ya sy na zavod molov trabuvaty.

Ne podobalas' robota – molov traybuvaty,
Pishov ya v druhu fabryku, stav uhol kopaty.

Pid zemleyu ya pracyuyu, hrib sobi kopayu,
Shchob dovhy poviddavaty v svoyim ridnim krayu.

Dome ridnyi, krayu mylyi, ridnaya chatyno,
Zinko moya molodeyka, mylaya dytyno!

Cherez hory, cherez morya d’vam lechu dumkoyu,
Vy meni pered ochyma, ne mayu spokoyu.

Lomyt'sya skala iz uhlya, ne zhory, a zboku,
Pomoz, Boze, dorobyty do novoho roku!

A potim ya pidu v sviy kray, u ridnoye selo,
Tam z zinkoyu, z dytynoyu budu zyt' veselo.

Uze p’yatyi rik mynaye, ya v pidzemnim doli,
Ya pracyuyu, ruk ne chuyu, z lampoyu na choli.

Poproshchavsya Ivan Duda z svoyimy druzyamy,
Naostatku vypyv charku iz tovaryshamy.

Poproshchavsya Ivan Duda z svoyimy bosamy,
Naostatku vypyv charku iz tovaryshamy.

Kruhom more, yak te pole, vse bulo rivnenke,
Yvan na shyfu narikaye, shcho yde pomalenky.

– Oy rad by ya krylcya maty, sokolom zletity,
Oy vitaty zinku y matir, ciluvaty dity.

Skiknuv Ivan po kramnycyach, po shynkach znayomych
Ta y nakupyv podarunkiv, vzyav horilky v Shlomy.

Kupyv dityam chobotyata, zinci – kozushynu,
Stariy mami – horilchyny dubruyu flyashchynu.

Ide, ide Ivan Duda tymy manivcyamy,
Kozdyi yomu krok znayomyi, kuda buv z vivcyamy;

Ide, ide Ivan Duda ta y sobi dumaye,
Tam na hori chrest vysokyi – tam Ivan klyakaye.

Klyaknuv Ivan kolo chresta, Bohu pomolyvsya,
Shcho yakos' vin do svoyeyi krayiny dobyvsya:

– Slava tobi, Chryste-Boze, za toy dar velykyi,
Shcho ty pomih sya vernuty z toyi Ameryky.

Ne raz skala vuhlyanaya triskala nadvoye,
Mnoho vbyla, ya shche zyvyi, Chryste, v im’ya tvoye.

Ustav Ivan pered chrestom, vklonyvsya nyzenko:
– Koby moyi doma znaly, shcho ya tak blyzenko,

To by vybihly iz chaty mene pryvitaty
Ta y pomohty by y pakunky do chaty zabraty.

Ide, ide Ivan Duda, vorota vtvoryaye,
Z yoho chaty kryky, zoyky kriz' vikno lunaye.

– Shcho takoye? – pytayesya Ivan molodyci.
– Zinka Dudy dnes' umerla, a vin v Ameryci.

Ivan Duda zbozevoliv, do chaty vpadaye,
Cholodnyi trup svoyi zinky slozamy vmyvaye.

Oy zaplakav Ivan Duda, slozamy umyvsya
Ta y ne zyvyi, ale mertvyi na dil povalyvsya.

Vze vny v chetver popoludnyu dva merci chovaly:
Yvana Dudu z yeho zinkov v yednu yamu vklaly.

Na Velykden chuzi dity hralys' krashankamy,
Ivanovi syrotyata vmyvalys' slozamy.

Ta shcho z toho, shcho vny vbrani v novi chobotyata,
Koly vony sya zostaly kruhli syrotyata.