Na Kleparovi za rohatkamy,
Tam sobi zyla v svoyeyi mamy
Fayna, yak yanhol, hruba, yak kyshka,
A vsi yi zvaly – panna Francishka.
A tatus' panny, vin rizav svyni,
Lipshoho maystra nema donyni,
A svyni tyezko perezyvaly,
Na cile misto durni krychaly.
Francishky mamcya v rynku stoyala,
Shcho zabyv tatus' – tym torhuvala,
Salceson, shkvarky, shponderky, kyshky,
Kupuyte, lyudy, v mamci Francishky.
A nedaleko vid yich hospody
Zyv sy fryziyer, bravyi molodyk,
Vin kupuvav tam shchorannya kyshku,
Bo kochav tyazko pannu Francishku.
Pidsluchav tatus' tu tayemnycyu:
"Ne dlya fryz’yera donka riznyc'ka,
I chay shchodnya vin kupuye kyshku,
Ta ne distane pannu Francishku!"
Yak to kochanci bidni diznalys',
To z toho strashno rozchvylyuvalys',
I choch zyttya yich bulo vi cviti,
Postanovyly yoho skinchyty.
Bidnyi fryziyer zalyvs' slozoyu,
Kupyv sy kyshku iz trutyznoyu (otrutoyu),
A bulo toyi dva metry kyshky,
I z’yily razom z pannov Francishkov.
Yak tilko z’yily, zaraz pochuly,
Zy tov sya kyshkov na amin struly,
Ya ne zabudu tebe teper
Takyi kinec' buv panny Francishky.