Vyryadzala stara maty synochka do boyu,
Rozchesala harni kudri ponad holovoyu.

– Idy, idy, miy synochku, idy, ne barysya,
Yak poboresh vorozechka, dodomu vertaysya.

– Idu, idu, moya nenko, v daleku dorohu,
A ty idy molys' Bohu, shchob vernuvs' dodomu.

Zdala, zdala stara maty, pid Kruty chodyla:
Chy ne znayde miz chlopcyamy* ridnenkoho syna.

A yak yoho upiznala, ruchenky zlomyla,
Obnyala y’ho holovochku ta y zaholosyla:

– Lyulyay-lyulyay, miy synochku, a ya tvoya maty,
Synu lyubyi, Boze mylyi, voroze proklyatyi.