Verchovyno, svitku ty nash!
Hey, yak u tebe tak mylo!
Yak ihry vid plyve tut chas,
Svobidno, shumno, veselo.

Pane brate, tovaryshu, oy para, z nas para!
Yak prystanemo do Sichy bude panam vara!

Z vercha na verch, a z boru v bir
Z lehkoyu v sercyu dumkoyu,
V cheresi kris, v rukach topir,
Buyaye legin toboyu.

Teche voda z pid horoda popry nashu chatu,
Pidem zavtra, pane brate, na sichove svyato.

Ey, shcho my tam Podilya kray!
Nam polonyna – Podilye,
A bory – step, yalycya – may,
A zvirya holos – vesilye!

Oy, divchyno, divchynonko, ne zapyshnyuy huby,
Yak vberu sichovu lentu, to mene polyubysh.

Ne vabyt' nas baryshiv lest',
Koby lysh poroch ta civka,
U Boha svit, u lyudyi chest',
Ta ovec' turma, sopivka.

Pane brate, osavulo, postav nas do zvitu,
Pide slava kozac'kaya po cilomu svitu.

Ta koby pyrs chrebet iz vid
I medvid' shybnuv lisamy,
Zaviyav yuh, zahrav Beskyd,
Cheremosh huknuv skalamy.

Oy ty, bat'ku otamane, pidnesy bulavu,
Shchoby staly kozachenky u odnuyu lavu.

To my to chas, to my to pisn,
Molodche, nuze v roztvory;
Ovechci splav z kucherey plisn
I dali, dali na hory!

Oy zatruby, surmachenku, v surmu holosnenko,
Nay zraduyes' zasmuchene kozac'ke serdenko.

Litom cilym, by nich by den,
Chlopci hulyayut' tam nashi;
Svobidna tam voda, ohen,
Dovoli lisa i pashi.

Oy, dymno sya v Chornohori, oy dymno sya, dymno,
Yak prystanem do kozakiv, ne bude nam stydno.

Tam pan ne klav lancuchom mez,
Voroh ne stanuv stopoyu:
Buynaya, tam zemli odez,
Plekana pisney rosoyu.

Oy, u lisi hryby, hryby u luzi pidpenky,
Yaki z u vas, sichovychky, lychka rumyanenki.

Tam to brenyt' trembity zvuk,
Shchebeche lyubo sopivka;
A yak zvirya zavyye huk,
V chelyusty plyune mu civka.

Oy ty, zvava sichovychko, takas' my mylenka
Yak u liti na nyvonci voda studenenka.
Yak u liti na nyvonci vody sya nalyty,
Tak z toboyu postoyaty, ta y pohovoryty.