Tam nad mistom Chustom vysoka mohyla,
A v niy spochyvaye vsya strilec'ka syla.

Pryspiv:
Oy hore, oy hore, oy hore, oy hore,
A v niy spochyvaye vsya strilec'ka syla, raz.

– Chy vy, chlopci, spaly, chy vy v karty hraly,
Shcho vy Ukrayinu voroham viddaly?

– Ani my ne spaly, ani v karty hraly,
Bo my, molodenki, zlu komandu maly.

– Vy, hory Karpaty, ziydit' na dolynu,
Strilci Ukrayiny, pryidit' na chvylynu.

Chy vy, chlopci, spaly, chy vy v karty hraly,
Shcho vy Ukrayinu naviky prodaly?*

Ani my ne spaly, ani v karty hraly,
No my, molodenki, zlu komandu maly.

– Shchob ty, mamcyu, znala, yaka meni bida,
To b ty peredala horobchykom chliba.

Horobchykom chliba, soloveyom soly,
Shchob ty, mamcyu, znala, yak tyazko v nevoly.