Vernysya, sokole!

A vze vesna, a vze krasna.
Zi strih voda kaple.
Molodomu kozakovi mandrivochka pahne.
Pomandruvav kozachenko z Luben do Pryluky
Zaplakala divchynonka, zdiimayuchy ruky.

Usi zirky poshodyly, odnoyi nemaye.
Kazav mylyi, pryide vvechir, ta i dosi nemaye.
Kazav mylyi, pryide vvechir, ta i dosi nemaye.
A mii mylyi krai dorohy krynycyu kopaye.
A mii mylyi krai dorohy krynycyu kopaye,
A iz toyi krynychenky konya napuvaye.
Kin stoyit, vody ne p’ye, shlyah-dorizku chuye,
A mii mylyi shchovechora v dorozi nochuye.

Ne vernusya, zabaryusya
Horduyesh ty mnoyu.
Bude z tvoye horduvannya vse pered toboyu.
Pomandruvav kozachenko u chysteye pole.
Za nym ide divchynonka: vernysya, sokole!