My kryvoho tancyu ydemo,
My v nim kincya ne znaydemo.

Ani kincya, ani ladu,
Ne vpiznaty, kotra zzadu.

Yakby chlopcya zachepyty,
Shchob pishov mi molotyty.

– Idy, chlopche, molotyty,
Dam horilky-okovyty.

A vze tiyi povmyraly,
Shcho na panshchynu nas hnaly.

A vze tiyi pasut' kozy,
Shcho nosyly na nas lozy.

A shum chodyt' po dibrovi,
A shumycha rybu lovyt'.

Shcho zlovyla, to propyla,
Sukni doni ne kupyla.

Oy shum, donyu, do suboty,
Kuplyu tobi ya choboty.

I choboty, i zapasku,
Lyuby mene, koly laska.