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Oi u moho konychenka zolota pidkova –
A yak syadu, to poyidu do samoho Lvova.
Hei, shche pivni ne spivaly, ne dymylos z hat,
Yak my koni posidlaly, na sidelce posidaly,
Staly vsi pidryad!
Pryspiv:
Hei, sidelce, v nas sidelce,
Ty, konyku, skach –
Hei, divchyno, serce, serce,
Divchyno, ne plach.
Vze pan sotnyk vyyizdzaye, napered staye,
"Chy ohota ye?" – pytaye, – toho hvalyt, toho zlaye,
"Shvungu" dodaye.
"Pane sotnyk, my z toboyu! – zahuly usi –
Yak do charky, tak do boyu, krivavoho pereboyu,
Duzi my i micni!"
My u bii pidem kervavyi za svoyih brativ, –
Ne dlya pochesty, dlya slavy – my zitnem lyackiyi lavy
Nashyh vorohiv.
A yak z boyu nam vertaty po trudah usih –
Mut divchata nas vitaty, cilovaty, pryhortaty
Lycariv svoyih.
