To ne chmaru, to ne chornu
Viter pidiymaye,
To Pilsuds'kyi svoyu shlyachtu
Na radu sklykaye.

To ne vovky-siromanci
Vyyut'-zavyvayut',
To hrabiznyky-shuliky
V palac pospishayut'.

Tam sova sydyt' lupata,
Lupaye ochyma,
Shche y pid krylom motlyayet'sya
Shcherbata shablyna.

Oy zletilysya shuliky
Do sovy v svitlyci,
Zlodiys'koyi varshavs'koyi
Velmoznoyi ptyci.

Posidaly za stolamy
Ta y staly hadaty,
Yak to nashu Ukrayinu
Shvydshe zaklyuvaty.

Sydyat' sobi u svitlyci,
Mirkuyut', hadayut',
Ta shche zdobych ne piymaly,
A vze podilyayut'.

"Yezus svyentyi i Mariya!" –
Kaze sova huchno: –
Yak pidemo na Vkrayinu,
Zazyvemo buchno!"

Dovho plyamkala hubamy,
Mov zdobych zuvala:
"Nasha bendzye Ukrayina!" –
Lyuto zakrychala.

"Vivat! Vivat! – vsi huknuly:
Vedy nas do boyu,
Zapanuyem na Vkrayini
My, pani, z toboyu!"

A sova yim: "Ya dzinkuyu!
Chas nam vyrushaty,
Ta pradidiv kapelyucha
Budem tam shukaty!"

Ta y poperlys' do kost'olu
"Svyenteho" blahaty.
Shchob dopomih Ukrayinu
Shvydshe zaklyuvaty.

Ublahaly ta y pustylys'
Na Kyyiv letity,
Po dorozi mista y sela
Ruynuvat', palyty.

Znovu shlyachta zapalyla,
Mynule zhadala.
Ta "Shche Pols'ka ne zhinela!"
P’yana vereshchala.

Ruynuvaly, ubyvaly,
Krov’yu polyvaly,
A tym chasom z schodu soncya
Kara pidnimalas'.

To ne orel syzokrylyi
Litaye-kruzlyaye,
To Bud'onnyi i Kotovs'kyi
Voyakiv sklykayut'.

"Hey vy, chlopci molodiyi,
Shlyachta nastupaye,
Vsi na koni voroniyi
Ta v pochid rushaymo!

Paniv vitat' treba chemno,
Yak slid po zakonu,
Shchob vtikaly z Ukrayiny
Bez shtaniv dodomu!"

Oy ne maye shlyachta chasu
Vze "vivat" krychaty,
Z Ukrayiny shcho ye duchu
Kynulas' tikaty.

Oy u poli shyrokomu
Dva orly litayut',
To kotovci z chervoncyamy
Shlyachtu vyryadzayut'.

Rozhubylo "yasne panstvo"
Shovkovi onuchi,
Yak tikaly z Kyyivshchyny
Az do richky Sluchi.

Zabolily v paniv nohy,
Prytomylys' trochy,
Yak vtikaly z Ukrayiny –
Hubyly y panchochy.

Navaryly pany kvasu,
A pyt' ne zumily,
Bo machnuly vsi "do lyasu",
Tilky zashumilo.