Oi divchyna molodenka pryhnula kalynu

Oi divchyna molodenka pryhnula kalynu –
Idut nashi Ukrayinci z hory na dolynu.

[Postavaly vsi ryadamy] ta i staly u lavu,
Yak vydbyly moskaliv – distaly pohvalu.

Avstryyacki oficyry "Hurra!" zakrychaly,
Shcho to slavni ukrayinci moskaliv prohnaly.

Tovaryshka Stepanivna z strilcyamy biduye,
Strilci b’yutsya na Makivci, ona bandazuye.

Bandazuye, [obvyvaye] ti strilecki rany –
Toto bula tovaryshka – shche lipsha vid mamy.

Oi Makivko, Makivko, yaka ty neshchasna –
Kilko nashyh tovaryshiv ty zo svita spasla.

Hei na hori na Makivci kukaye zazulya –
Nashi strilci b’yut moskaliv – cilyi svit dyvuye.

Nashcho strilec melduvavsya? Bo vin molodenkyi,–
Yeho tishyt na Vkrayini nash Kyyiv starenkyi.

B’yut koni kopytamy, az kaminnya skache,
A za nashov Stepanivnov cilyi kurin plache.