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V nashim seli na horbochku
Stoyit cerkva na vydochku.
Kolo cerkvy, niby cvity,
Sydyat starci, hodyat dity.
Chodyat hlopci i divchata,
Ukrayinski sokolyata.
A vy, hlopci, tut ne stiite,
Z divchatamy sya ne smiite.
Pryhadaite sobi slavu
Ridnoho krayu kryvavu –
Pid Krutamy, pid Kyyevom,
V ofenzyvi pid Chortkovom.
Vy, strilchyky, pisnyu chuite
V temnim hrobi ne sumuite.
My vashi mohyly znayem,
Kvitochkamy uvinchayem.
Kvitochkamy, i vincyamy,
I ridnymy praporcyamy.
