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Oi siv puhach na mohyli
Ta i kryknuv vin: "Puhu!"
Chy ne dast Boh oi kozakovi
Choch na chas potuhu?
Nashi shashky porzavily,
Mushkety bez kurkiv,
Nashe serce oi kozackoye
Ne boyica turkiv.
Vsih strelyayut ta i rubayut
Brativ bez poshchady,
A koi-koho oi zabyrayut
U svoyi hromady.
Oi chy dovho, braty myli,
Budete vyskaty?
Chy ne chuste, yak plache
Ridna Kuban-maty?
