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Oi zacvyla cheremha, zacvyla yarym cvitom,
Tam prashchaveya, oi, strilec sichovyi z bilym svitom.
Tam prashchaveya, oi, strilec sichovyi z slezonkamy,
Shcho ne bude komu vykopaty iomu yamy.
Shcho ne bude trunvy tysovoyi zhotovyty,
Budut tilo chorne haivoronnya roznosyty.
A cheremha tuyu skarhu tyhu zrozumila,
Ta i vna toho strilcya sichovoho pozalila:
"Spy z ty preyspokiiyo, strilnyku sichovyi, virnyi synu,
Oi ya z tebe chesno pohovayu, yak dytynu".
Rano-vranci pryishly yeho druzi uhledity,
A za nichku strilcya sichovoho vkryly cvity.
