Oy shtyry voly pasu ya
U zelenomu sadochku,
Znayshov sobi mylyi inshu,
Mene kynuv, kochanochku.

Kochanochka tak hadala,
Koly voly z polya hnala:
– Ye u mene dumka svoya,
Shcho ty ne miy, ya ne tvoya.

Oy shtyry voly pasu ya,
Na nych tysoviyi yarma,
Oy ne odyn naciluvav
Moye bile lychko darma.

Lysh ty odyn tak ciluvav,
Az sya zori utishaly,
Boday ti dobra ne maly,
Shcho nas dvoye rozluchaly.

Vse vernu tobi, mylenkyi,
Shcho ty meni nadaruvav,
Lysh toho tobi ne vernu,
Shcho ty mene naciluvav.