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Chto tam opivnochi po horah hukaye?
To Oleksa Dovbush opryshkiv zbyraye.
Kyptari chervoni ta shche z bovdychkamy,
Mayeni krysani krasnymy pavkamy.
Rano do shid soncya zavyla smerichka,
Po horah shukaye Dovbusha Marichka.
Peredaite ljudyam vid haty do haty,
Za opryshkom plache Verhovyna-maty.
Verhovyno ridna, Verhovyno myla,
Skazy meni pravdu, de-s ho pohubyla?
– Ya ne pohubyla, v serci shoronyla,
A ioho dorohy buinym cvitom vkryla.
