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Chy ya sobi ne gazdyni, nai prysudit ljudy,
Shtyry firy smitye v hati, pyeta v sineh bude.
Pryishly zydy z Bohorodchin smitye kupuvaty,
Dayut meni sorok sribnyh, ya ne hochu braty.
Kupy meni, mii mylenkyi, syvenku kobylu,
Nai vyvezu vso smityechko na popovu nyvu.
Bo popova, kaze, nyva sim lit ne hnoyena,
Yak ya yiyi pohnoyela, pshenycyu vrodyla.
