Oi po polju-obolonyu
Zovta komanycya,
Chy chekaye mene v hosti
Moya kumanycya?
Pryishov ze ya do kumy,
Kuma morkvu pole,
Oto dobre kuma robyt,
Shcho ne pishla v pole.
– Shcho budete, kume, yisty:
Chy syr, chy smetanu?
Pochekaite, kume, trohy –
Varenykiv zvaryu.
– Yake shchastya, kumasenko,
Shcho my sy kumamy,
Menshe bude sercyu zalju,
Shcho my sya kohamy.
– Oi kume mii solodenkyi,
Kume rozmayityi,
Lyubyla-m vas rokiv shtyry,
Ta ne mozu p’yatyi.
Shcho my shchyro ljubylysya,
Mii kume-rozmayu,
Nihdy kayatys ne budu,
To ya dobre znayu.