Tam popid horu divchatonka lon braly,
A dorizkoyu sichovi strilci mandzaly.

– Oy pomahay, Boh, myli divchata, lon braty,
Chy pozvolyte na tiy nyvonci spochyty?

– Oy chomu z by ni, strilnyky myli, vam sisty,
Ta rozkazit' pro nashych brativ nam visty.

– Oy visty vashi, divchata myli, sumnenki –
Lozyly brattya holovy za kray ridnenkyi.

Po tiy vistochci divchata slozy ronyly,
Molodych chlopciv, strilciv sichovych, prosyly:

– Viz'mit' nas, strilnyky myli, z soboyu,
Chay zastupymo ci ryady brativ soboyu.