A v nedilyu rano shche sonce ne schodyt' –
Ukrayins'ke viys'ko z okopiv vychodyt'.

– Okopy, okopy, zal vas pokydaty,
Yak vas bulo tyazko vzymi buduvaty.

My vas buduvaly cile lito y zymu,
Teper pokydayem za odnu hodynu.

A L'viv obchopyly, a Kyyiv zabraly,
A u Peremyshlyu holovy poklaly.

A u Peremyshlyu vysoka mohyla,
A tam spochyvaye vsya strilec'ka syla.

A tam spochyvaye vsya strilec'ka syla,
Todi yi zhadaye nenka-Ukrayina.