– Oy, mamo, ne mozna iz nelyubom zyt',
Oy tyazko, oy vazko z nym rech hovoryt'.
Oy luchshe ya budu sviy vik divuvaty,
Oy luchshe ya budu sviy vik divuvaty.

– Oy, donyu-holubko, yaka ya stara,
Myenye u mohylu lyahaty pora.
Yak ochi zakroyu, shcho bude z toboyu?
Ostanesya, donyu, navik syrotoyu.

– Oy, mamo-holubko, ne plach, ne ryday,
Hotov' rushnychochky, chustky vyshyvay.
Nechay ya z nelyubom vse shchastya zatrachu –
Ty budesh vesela, odna ya zaplachu.

Oy tam, kray dorohy krest Bozyi stoyit',
Tam rano i pizno matusya krychyt':
– Oy, Boze, miy Boze, shcho ya narobyla?
Svoyu ridnu dochku zi svita zhubyla.