Oi zacvyla syna chichka v dzelenim yachmeny

Oi zacvyla syna chichka v dzelenim yachmeny,
I napysav mii mylenkyi dribnyi lyst do mene.
A ya toi lyst chytayu sy i sy osmihayu:
Sluzy, sluzy, mii mylenkyi, ya ty zachykayu.
Prydalo sy, mii mylenkyi, pry vosku sluzyty,
Lyshe ty sy ne prydalo karabin nosyty.