Oy Marunye, pane brate, Marunye, Marunye,
Navishyla koralykiv, yak syva zazulye.
Shchob to buly koralyky, a to zovta hlyna,
Vona chtila zmudruvaty bohackoho syna.
Bohackyi syn ne takyi, vzyev ta y prydyvyv si:
Oy dobre to, mamunenko, shcho-m ne vozenyv si.