Tam na balyu Vetyraniv, kuzdy zna tych paniv,
Bo tam sho nedily zabavy kypily.
A kumityt za vstup bere ta y sorok halyeriv,
Kuzdy pryzna shchyro, zy vart, zy vart.
A muzychka inu, anu, a muzychka hra,
Bo pry tiy muzychci hosti bavlyusi veselo.
Vse yidno, chy to ye chlopska, chy to damska yest,
Aby tilko hrala fest a fest.
Panna Yuzya pry bufeti kupu hroshey traty:
Try kolyeyky pyva frayirovy platy.
Vona yomu shury – mury: shnycli ye v bratruri (duchovci),
Ruzni konfitury, lysh pryidy.
Do stolyka panny Basi
Muturovyi (motorovyi, vodiy tramvayu) pchasi:
"Chy m’ya panna choche, proshu panny ya si.
Day my, panno, choc' nadiyu!", "Ya si z pana smiyu,
pan ne pry kulyeyi, ta y vze, ta y vze".
A v bufeti yakas' p’yavka lysh robe, sho dzyavka:
"Nay my pan ne kyva, a stav tu try pyva!"
Ty du neho ani slova, nay ti Boh zachova,
Bo vin z Kliparova, hist' ye hist'.
Pid stinoyu yakyis' frayir v kozaka si bavy,
Kastet ma v kysheni, a niz u rukavi.
Ty du neho ani slova, nay ti Boh zachova,
Bo vin z Lychakova, hist' ye hist'.
Opivnochi si z’yavyly yakis' dva cyvilya,
Mordy podryapani, kosmy, yak badylye.
Nic nikomu ne vpovily, tilko mordy byly,
I tak sya bavyly cilu nich.