Popid horu vysokuyu litayut virlyany,
Nihde meni tak ne dobre, yak v ridnoyi mamy.
A v ridnoyi mamunenky snidanye ranenko,
Kosa rosa rozchesana, sorochka bilenka.
A ya v svoyi mamunenky roskoshi zaznala,
V ponedilok lyahla spaty, a v subotu vstala.
A v subotu rano vstala, kosu rozchesala,
Oy Hospody mylosernyi, tamto-m sya vyspala.
Oy Hospody mylosernyi, do tebe sya molyu,
Ne vvazayu na bohacha, yno na dobru dolyu.
Ne vvazayu na bohacha siyaty, oraty,
Yno vvazayu na dobroho, shchoby pohulyaty.