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Tam na horonci dvi panyanonci lon braly.
A popid horu sichovi strilci mandzaly.
– Dopomozy, Boh, ljubym divchatam lon braty.
Chy dozvolyte na cii nyvonci spochyty?
– Oi, chomu z by ni, strilchyky ridni, vam sisty.
Shche i rozkazete pro nashyh bratchykiv visti.
– Oi, visti vashi, divchata myli, sumnenki.
Zlozyly bratchyky holovy za krai ridnenkyi.
A po tyh slovah divchata slozy zronyly.
Sichovyh strilciv, hlopciv-molodciv prosyly.
– Vizmit nas, strilci, hlopci-molodci, do boyu.
Nai zastupymo bratchykiv rany soboyu.
