– Oy, maty, maty, yest' dyak u chati,
Spivaye, zartuye, ne daye spaty.
– Oy, donyu, donyu, byi kocyuboyu!
– Zupan novenkyi, sam molodenkyi,
Boyusya, maty, shchob ne vkalyaty,
Volyu ya, maty, dyaka prochaty
U postilonku do sebe vzyaty.
Divchyna plache, a dyak spivaye,
Pohlyane v vikonce, chy ne svitaye.
– Oy, dyache, dyache, yeshche ranenko,
Prysunsya do mene, moye serdenko!
– Prysunsya do neyi, zakolysh yeyi:
Oy lyulyu, lyulyu, pidnyavshy koshulyu.
– Oy dyache, dyache biloho lycya,
Yuz z mene teper ye molodycya.
Oy pryishla maty donyu pytaty:
– Chy dobre bulo iz dyakom spaty?
– Oy spala, spala, ledve ustala,
Ale ze-m sya, mamo, strachu nabrala!
– Oy, donyu, donyu, strachu ne znayesh,
Shcho tak sya bardzo dyaka lyakayesh.