Oy prybravsy* strilec' z temnoho luha,
Vystrilyv z luka ta vbyv holuba.
Holuba ubyv, holubku lyshyv
Ta zanis yeyi u svoyi krayi,
Daye vodyci, daye pshenyci.
Holubka ne yist', holubka ne p’ye.
– Chom ty, holubka, ne yiz ta ne p’yesh,
Lysh pid yablinku plakaty idesh?
– Yak meni yisty, yak meni pyty,
Koly ne mayu z kym v sviti zyty.
– Oy ye u mene sto par holubiv,
Idy vybyray, kotryi tviy lyubyi.
– Oy ya chodyla ta y sy dyvyla,
Nema tam toho, shcho ya lyubyla.
Bo miy buv syvyi ta y bilokrylyi,
Na lychko rum’yanyi, shche y chornobryvyi.
Dala by-m, dala usyu chudobu,
By chto zmalyuvav chot' tu osobu,
Chot' pry ciy stini, de sy vmyvayu,
A chot' pry druhiy, de lizko mayu.