Oy ta zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi,
Yak Zbruch-richku perechodyly.
Bo z stilky narodu vpalo za svobodu,
Vstoyaty ne bulo syly.

Oy ta zazurylys' strilci sichoviyi,
Staly dribni slozy lyty:
Bude lyach proklyatyi bat'kamy oraty,
Materyamy volochyty.

Oy ne tishsya, lyashe, shcho za Zbruch – to vashe,
Shche zyva strilec'ka slava,
Vernut'sya shche ti strilci sichoviyi,
Zadrozyt' todi Varshava.