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Oi zacvyla cheremha, zacvyla yarym cvitom,
Tam prashchavsya ta strilec sichovyi z bilym svitom.
Tam prashchavsya ta strilec sichovyi z slizonkamy,
Shcho ne bude komu vykopaty yemu yamy.
Shcho ne bude truny tysovoyi zhotovyty,
Bude tilo chorne haivoronnya roznosyty.
A cheremha tuyu skarhu tyhu zrozumila,
Chystu dushu strilcya sichovoho pozalila:
"Spy spokiino, strilchyku sichovyi, spy, mii synu,
A ya tebe chesno pohovayu, yak dytynu".
A yak vranci pryishly ioho druzi pohlyadity,
A za nichku strilcya sichovoho vkryly cvity.
