Yak pryishly pany polyaky na Vkrayinu
Chtily voyuvaty,
A yak vsypav yim Kotovskyi,
Pochaly tikaty.
Oi tikaly tabunamy,
Mov ti durni vivci,
My z yih hnaly byyakamy
Po nashyi dubrivci.
My z yih hnaly byyakamy,
Lupyly po spynah:
A to tobi Ukrayina,
Vrazyi panskyi synu!
Pan Pilsudskyi z perelyaku
Vyishov na dorohu,
Ne popav vin na konya
Ta siv na korovu,
Ta i pytaye zamisnyka:
– A shcho tam si diye?
– Tikai, tikai, pan velmoznyi,
Bo bilshovyk biye! –
Oi tikav ze pan Pilsudskyi
Do svoyi Varshavy,
Ta i prodav vin svoyi kapci
Za hladushchyk kavy.