Oy po polyu-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?
Pochekayte, kume, trochy –
Varenykiv zvaryu.

– Yake shchastya, kumasenko,
Shcho my sy kumamy,
Menshe bude sercyu zalyu,
Shcho my sya kochamy.

– Oy kume miy solodenkyi,
Kume rozmayityi,
Lyubyla-m vas rokiv shtyry,
Ta ne mozu p’yatyi.

Shcho my shchyro lyubylysya,
Miy kume-rozmayu,
Nihdy kayatys' ne budu,
To ya dobre znayu.