– Oy brala ya konopelky:
To vysoki, to tonenki.
Chy vsim lyudyam taka bida?
Chy lysh meni molodenkiy?

Yak by-m znala, shcho vsim lyudyam,
To by-m Boha ne hnivyla.
Yak by-m znala, shcho lysh meni,
Pishla by-m sya utopyla.

– Oy cyt', donyu, ne topysya,
Bo sy marno dushu zhubysh,
Skazy, skazy, moya donyu,
Oy koho z ty virno lyubysh?

– Ya nikudy ne chodyla,
Ya nikoho ne lyubyla.
Sama-s mene, moya mamcyu,
Za nelyuba utopyla.

Oy pidu ya ponad richku,
Tam, de stanu ta y dumayu,
Shcho ya taka molodenka
Shchastya-doli vze ne mayu.