Tam na hori, na Makivci, tam harmaty hrayut',
Oy tam strilci sichoviyi krov’yu sya vmyvayut'.

Tam Olena Stepanivna z strilcyamy voyuye,
Ranyat' strilciv na Makivci – vona bandazuye.

Bandazuye, zavyvaye ci strilec'ki rany,
Vona bula podruhoyu shche krashcha vid mamy.

A Olena Stepanivna lamala kalynu –
Ziyshly strilci-ukrayinci z hory na dolynu.

A yak ziyshly na dolynu ta y lavoyu staly,
Yak prohnaly vze moskalya, pochvalu distaly.