Luhom idu, konya vedu,
Razlyvaysya, luze.
Svatay mene, kozachenko,
Lyublyu tebe duze.

Choch i svatay, choch ne svatay,
Choch ty ne curaysya,
Shob ta slava ne propala,
Sho ty zenychavsya.

– Zenychavsya, ne curavsya,
Dumav tebe braty.
Rozrayaly vrazi lyudy,
Ne zvelila maty.

– Oy yakby z ya, kozachenko,
Bula bahatenka,
Naplyuvala b ya na tebe,
Na tvoho batenka.

Oy yakby z ya, kozachenko,
Kuchu hroshey mala, ey!
Ya b takymy zenychamy
Chatu zamitala.

Zamitala b chatu y siny,
Shche y bilya poroha, ey!
Idy, idy, kozachenko,
On tobi doroha.