Oy mylyi, mylyi, chornobryvenkyi!
Shanuy ze mene, yak mak bilenkyi.

Yak mak bilenkyi, yak tuyu rozu,
Ya molodenka, bihme ne mozu.

Ani do serpa, ani roboty,
Ya molodenka yno posydity.

Yno posydity i pohulyaty,
A chasom v korshmu yty napyvaty.

Yak ya nap’yusya, za vse zabudu.
Za to, miy mylyi, lyubyt' tya budu.