Litom to bulo torik

Litom to bulo torik, ishov ya z postoronkom,
Vperezavsya harbuzom, pidpyravsya vovkom.
Stavok mav ya na pechi, cherpav vodu sakom,
Hrabelkamy lovyv ryb, strilyav ptahiv makom.
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, strilyav ptahiv makom. (2)

Zahorivsya raz stavok, ryba pohorila,
I velyka, i mala u lis poletila.
Poletiv za neyu i ya, rubav cipom duby,
Vdaryv zabu po hvosti, – vybyla my zuby.
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, vybyla my zuby.

Chort z zubamy, ale hrih zabenya pobyty,
Idu v cerkvu vsih svyatyh vidpustu prosyty.
Ot do cerkvy ya pryishov, stav pid horuhvochku,
Svyatyi Petro hra na bas – Pavlo na dudochku.
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, Pavlo na dudochku.

Zaprymityly svyati, shcho stoyu v kutochku,
Staly tyahty tancyuvaty, porvaly sorochku.
Bukom mene svyatyi ivan: – Chom stoyish, hultyayu,
Yak ne hochesh tancyuvaty, marsh sobi do rayu.
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, marsh sobi do rayu.

V rayu kashi navaryly, chasnykom zaterly,
Tak sya svyati pereyily, az nohy zaderly.
Za hmaroyu poblyzu muzykanty hrayut,
Anhely stari i mali "Arkan" vytynayut.
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, "Arkan" vytynayut.

Ta nedovho sluhav ya, yak hrayut muzyky,
Ta i po nebi v hodakah vdaryv kolomyiky.
Tut yak hrymne Iliya: – Shcho ty, boiku, robysh?
Ty svoyimy hodakamy nebo nam uhrobysh!
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, nebo nam uhrobysh!

Zahaldily vsi svyati: – Vyhnat boika treba,
Shcho my budem za svyati, yak ne stane neba.
I poper mene Illya za nebesni bramy,
Opynyvsya ya oto, ljudy, pered vamy.
Hoi-ya, hoi-ya, ljudy pered vamy.