Oy ta zazurylys' Strilci Sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch richku prochodyly –
Choch tilky narodu vpalo za svobodu,
Vstoyaty ne bulo syly.

Oy ta zazurylys' Strilci Sichoviyi,
Staly slozy dribni lyty –
Bude lyach proklyatyi bat'kamy oraty,
Materyamy volochyty.

Oy ne tishsya, lyashe, shcho do Zbrucha vashe,
Shche zyve strilec'ka slava –
Vernut'sya shche tiyi Strilci Sichoviyi,
Zadrozyt' todi Varshava.