Strilecka mohyla z vitrom hovoryla

Strilecka mohyla z vitrom hovoryla:
– Povii, vitre buinesenkyi, shchob ya ne zmarnila.

Shchob ya ne zmarnila, shchob ya ne zchornila,
Shchob na meni trava rosla ta i sya zelenila.

Spit, moyi orlyata, hoch temnaya hata,
Bo vesnoyu hrest vinchayut vkrayinski divchata.

Vkrayinski divchata, ukrayinski dity,
Bude pisnya marnoslavna volju homonity.

Bude homonity ta i bude kazaty:
Nai vas Boh blahoslovlyaye, Ukrayina-maty.