Oi hai, maty, oi hai, maty,
Oi hai zelenenkyi...
Uyizdzaye z Ukrayiny
Kozak molodenkyi.
Vyyizdzavshy, shapku znyavshy,
Nyzenko vklonyvsya:
"Oi proshchaite, slobozany,
Moze, z kym svaryvsya!"
Choch svaryvsya, ne svaryvsya,
Aby pomyryvsya,
Yak vyyihav na bytyi shlyah –
Slizonkamy vmyvsya.
Ne zal meni dorizenky,
Shcho pylom prypala,
A zal meni divchynonky,
Shcho darma propala!
Oi hai, maty, oi hai, maty,
Oi hai zelenenkyi...
Oi poyihav z Ukrayiny
Kozak molodenkyi.
Viter
Chrystos rodyvsya
Oi ne kvitny, vesno
Kozak vid’yizdzaye...
Vorone chornyi
Ne pospishai, dusha moya, cherstvity
Snih v hayu
Chuyesh zibralysya znov
Chto tak tyho pryishov
Sonce na obriyi
Mandry
Rannoyu zoreyu
Tyho Dunai vodu nese
Vesnyanka
ishla Marusya
Oi chyya to ruta-myata
Oi verbo, verbo
Ukrayina. Traven. 1861 rik. Shevchenkovi
Oi hai, maty
Na horodi verba ryasna
V zelenu subotu
Oi v lisku, lisku
V yarmah tuhy
Probuditsya orly syzi
Kolyskova
Ity shche dovho
Vin vnochi pryletyt
Zovtyi pisok
Shche v polon ne braly todi
Mariyechko, pani
Letyat halochky
Luhovaya zozulya