Oy u poly kray dorohy stoyala Marysi,
Ta klykala na Vasylya: Vasylyu, verny si.
Oy verny si, Vasylyku, ne tak toto bude,
Zayshla svarka meze namy, rozsudyat nas lyude.
Oy sudyly hromadove, sudyly vitove,
Osudyly kaydanyky momu Vasylovy.
Oy na nizky kaydanyky, na ruky skrypyci,
Oy to tobi, Vasylyku, cherez molodyci.