Oy kolo bro, kolo brodu brala divka vodu,
Vertalysya dva shevchyky z velykoho rodu:
– Pomahay Bih, divchynonko, tobi braty vodu,
A spravdy nas, divchynonko, na dobru hospodu.
Ye shevchyky molodenki, ye dobra hospoda,
Staryi mayster, (2) moloda maystrova.

Oy pryishly my ta do maystra staly hovoryty:
– Chy by-sy nas ne naymyly sto par chobit shyty?
– A sidayte vy, shevchyky, sto par chobit shyty,
A ya pidu na yorandu med-horilku pyty.

A shevchyky molodenki chobit doshyvayut',
A molodu maystrovuyu z sobov pidmovlyayut'.
Oy nichto, nichto to ne chuv tak, yak maystriv chlopec',
Ta yak pishov na yorandu – tut p’yanyi karpatec'.
– Oy ty, tatu, ya na pyvi, a vy – na horilci,
Vasha zinka, nashi mama z shevcem na mandrivci.
– Sidlay, chlopche, sidlay koni, sidlay voroniyi,
Ta y poyidem dohanyaty shevci molodiyi. (3)

Dohonyly maystrovuyu az kolo Dunayu,
Vona yomu vidkazala: ya tebe ne znayu.
Uzyaly z tu maystrovuyu popid bili boky,
Kynuly z tu maystrovuyu u Dunay hlybokyi.
– Plavay, plavay, maystrovaya, vid krayu do krayu,
Bulo tobi ne kazaty – ya tebe ne znayu!
Plavay, plavay, maystrovaya, tak yak bila huska.
– Ryatuy mene, miy mylenkyi, bo ya – tvoya dushka! (5)