Shepotila kazku nam v dytynstvi maty,
Yak sadyv dubochka bat'ko bilya chaty,
Yak vona plekala teployu slozoyu,
I yak ris dubochok z koznoyu vesnoyu.

Yak, bulo, zachalas' maty sered nochi,
Yak vona do ranku ne zmykala ochi.
Syade kray vikoncya, vyhlyada ta slucha,
Bo, zdayet'sya, bat'ko v shybochku postuka.

Tam, des' za Sybirom, kazut', schodyt' sonce,
Lystyachko iz duba stukaye v vikonce,
A za soncem viter nese chmaru siru,
Odyn tilky bat'ko ne verta z Sybiru.

Oy, dube, miy dube, dube miy, dubochku,
Odyahnu na tebe bat'kovu sorochku,
Tu, shcho vyshyvala moya ridna maty,
Tu, shcho ne pryishlosya bat'kovi vdyahaty.

Chay syayne do mamy u pryhasli ochi
Lystyachko iz duba kriz' zymovi nochi,
Toz pryimy vid mene vyshytu sorochku,
Nahaday nam bat'ka, dube miy, dubochku.

Oy, dube, miy dube, dube miy, dubochku,
Odyahnu na tebe bat'kovu sorochku,
Tu, shcho vyshyvala moya ridna maty,
Tu, shcho ne pryishlosya bat'kovi vdyahaty.

Tu, shcho vyshyvala moya ridna maty,
Tu, shcho ne pryishlosya bat'kovi vdyahaty...