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Oi zibraly z my polon
Iz usih shtyroh storon.
Oi nash kohut bilokrylyi,
A nash panok chornobryvyi.
Konyka sidlaye,
V pole vyyizdzaye,
V pole vyyizdzaye,
Zenciv dohlyadaye,
Shchob vony yily, pyly
Ta i horosho robyly.
Oi v nashoho pana
Malovana brama.
Ta i malovana pryspa,
Zaishlo zenciv trysta.
– Ne lyakaisy nas, pane,
Ne bahato nas tut stane,
Lysh simdesyatero i troye,
Na podvir’yachko tvoye.
Ta vyidy, pane, do nas,
Pochastui ze ty nas.
Vyidy, moloda pani,
Vze poskladani klani.
