Oy, zyatyu, zyatyu, shcho z tut kazaty,
Yak ty z dochkoyu vze na porozi...
Shcho z, yakshcho vy rishyly pobratys' –
Ya ne halmo dlya vashoho voza!
Budu yoho tyahnut' pomahaty,
Budu v kolysci vnukiv hoydaty...
Teshcha pry vozi, lyubyi miy zyatyu, –
Ce, shchob ty znav, ne koleso p’yate.
Bo vdala teshcha, tobi povidayu,
Mudromu zyatyu – naykrashche prydane!
Hroshi, mashyna – to vse tovar,
A dobra teshcha – to nache skarb!
Hroshi, mashyna – to lysh tovar,
A ya dlya tebe – to sushchyi skarb!

Oy, zyatyu, zyatyu, norov ya mayu
Trochy krutyi – shcho pravda, to pravda...
Inkoly tak z plecha urubayu!
Ty vze sterpy – taka ot porada...
A vzahali pro teshchu i zyatya
Zayvoho pleshchut' az zabahato...
Ty znay odne: chto teshchi ne maye,
Toy shche pacan i zyzni ne znaye!
Bo teshcha v chati – to shkola ye taka,
Shcho pislya neyi nishcho vze ne zlyaka,
Z teshcheyu vsyakyi pozyt' by rad...
Ce – yak v Sorbonni skinchyt' fizmat!
Z teshcheyu vsyakyi pozyt' by rad...
Bude potomu sam chort ne brat!

Oy, zyatyu, zyatyu, teshchu posluchay:
Donyu svoyu ne dam zobydzaty!
Yak bude v neyi zlaya svekrucha –
Ya z ne sterplyu, znaydu, shcho skazaty!
A bude doni z toboyu lyubo –
Budu tebe, yak syna, holubyt',
Budu tobi v us'omu hodyty,
Budu tebe, yak maty, lyubyty!