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Na horbochku sydzu ta i dumku hadayu,
Shcho ya parubok motornyi, ta hroshei ne mayu.
Yakby v mene stilky hroshei, yak u toho pana,
Ya kupyv by i poshyv synoho zupana.
I nadiv by zupan novyi ta i pidperezavsya,
Pishov by ya na vulycyu ta i u boky vzyavsya.
Poyiv by ya, shcho hotiv,– sala i kovbasy,
I chehonyu, i taranyu – panski vykrutasy.
Da horilku ya by pyv, yaka ye na sviti,
I vyshnivku, i ternivku, nastoiku na zyti.
Na horbochu sydzu ta zbyrayu vyshni
Poshly, Boze, cholovika ta pid moyi mysli:
Shchob horilky ne pyv, tyutyunu ne nyuhav,
Chuzyh zinok ne ljubyv, a svoyeyi sluhav.
