Tuman yarom, a pshenychenka luhom, v dolyni oves.
V dolyni oves synii.
Po pravdye, oi razsukyn syn, varvar, za mnoyu zyvesh.
Za mnoyu zyvesh,
A yak pryide oi vechir-vechirochok, do druhoi idesh.
Do druhoi idesh,
A do mene, oi divky molodenkii, holos podayesh.
Holos podayesh:
– Posady, oi mala oi divchyno, krai vorit verbu.
Krai vorit verbu.
Kuda yihat, oi kuda yihat iomu, do tebe z zaidu.
Do tebe z zaidu.
Do toi oi verby, oi verby zelenoi konya pryv’yazu.