Na cvyntari tycho nebizchyky splyat
I muzychka tychaya hraye;
Tam vuyko Havrylo i vuyko Petro
Tychesenku pisnyu spivayut':

Pryspiv:
O, Boze, yakyi harnyi svit! (slovo "svit" – bahato raziv)
Choho z ty mene pokydayesh?
Tam cidyat' horilku, tam cidyat' vyno,
A pyvom lyshe zapyvayut'! (ves' kuplet – 2)

Des' klyacnuly zuby, des' chrankuv kistyak,
A des' i vidkrylas' mohyla,
To vynna Varvarka vidkryla sviy hrib,
Pytayet'sya v vuyka Havryla:
Chy ye shche horilka, chy ye shche vyno,
Chy bihty za plyashechkoy pyva?

Pryspiv