Oy popid hay zelenenkyi
Brala vdova lon dribnenkyi.

Vybyrala, postelyla,
Tak do sebe hovoryla:

– Zemle chorna, syrovaya,
Uzyala-s my hospodarya.

Oy yakby ya muza mala,
Ya by yoho shanuvala.

Chay by buv, yak rukavycya,
Ne bula b ya udovycya.