Zadzvenily v cerkvi klyuchi ne perestayuchy,
Zaplakaly usususy z-pidi L'vova yduchy.

Oy ne plachte, usususy, shcho za Zbruch idete,
Yak vam Hospod' dopomoze, to sya povernete.

A yak zayshly pid Chortkiv, na kvartyri staly,
Otamany rozkazaly, shchoby ne zaspaly.

Otamany rozkazaly, shchoby ne zaspaly,
Shchoby hostrymy naboyamy krisy laduvaly.

– Oy laduyte, chlopci, krisy, oy laduyte shvydko,
Bo vze steza daye znaty, shcho voroha vydno.

Bo vze steza daye znaty, shcho voroh vze blyz'ko,
Yide avto pancyrove i vorop’yan nyz'ko.