– Proshchay, divchyno, proshchay, yedyna,
Bo ya vze yidu na viynu,
Moze, za rochok, moze, za chotyry
Nazad do tebe povernu.

– Ne yid', myleykyi, na tu viynoyku,
Bo na viynoyci zahynesh,
I mene molodu, neshchasnu divchynu,
Raz nazavshe pokynesh.

I rozproshchalys' ta y roziyshlysya,
Mylyi poyichav na viynu,
Po kilka voyen – i to zavzyatych –
Kozak na viyni zahynuv.

Yak sya divchyna toho diznala,
I stala hirko plakaty:
– Oy i ty, zemle, oy ty, syrvaya,
Za shcho tak tyazko karayesh?

O Ukrayino, o nasha nenko,
Yak ty doroho koshtuyesh:
Tych, shcho naykrashchi nashi heroyi,
Ty v syrvu zemlyu chovayesh!