Nema v sviti dookola,
Yak miy mylenkyi Mykola,
Krasnyi z ochiv, mylyi z movy,
A do toho chorni brovy;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.

Krasnyi z ochiv, mylyi z movy,
A do toho chorni brovy,
Ne raz mene byla maty,
Budu Mykolu kochaty;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.

Bo vin lyubyi, bo vin mylyi,
A do toho chornobryvyi,
Vsi divchata raduyut'sya,
Yak z Mykoloyu ziydut'sya;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.

Oy ne skazu ya nikoly,
Shcho ya zyyu dlya Mykoly,
Bo vin lyubyi, bo vin mylyi,
A do toho chornobryvyi;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.

Ya ho lyublyu nad vsi syly,
Bo vin lyubyi, bo vin mylyi,
Yeho lyublyat' vsi divyci,
Za nym chodyat' molodyci;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, to do roboty.

Yoho sama pani lyubyt',
Ne raz yoho pryholubyt',
Bo vin lyubyi, bo vin mylyi,
A do toho chornobryvyi;
Bo na Mykoli zovti choboty,
Z nym to do tancya, z nym i do roboty.