Oy tam u polyu na travi zeleniy,
Oy tam lezyt' strilec' tyazenko ranenyi.

A v pravu ruchenku, a v livu nozenku,
Oy tam lezyt' strilec' ranenyi tyazenko.

Pryishla do neho stara maty yeho,
Plache, rydaye ta y zaluye yeho:

– Oy, synu miy, synu, to-s' sya dovoyovav,
Shcho-s ruky i nohy da y sy ne zalovav.

– Oy, maty, maty, ne stiy kolo mene,
Voz'my sy chustochku, obitry krov z mene.

Pryishla do neho sama myla yeho,
Plache, rydaye ta y zaluye yeho.

Oy, mylyi miy, mylyi, to-s' sya dovoyovav.
Shcho-s ruky i nohy da ty ne zalovav.