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Oi u poli vyshnya z-pid korinnya vyishla,
Zazuryvsya kozachenko, shcho ne ozenyvsya.
Prodai maty konya, konya voronoho,
Ta i ozeny mene maty, hlopcya molodoho.
Yak ya mayu, synu, konya prodavaty?
Pyshut lysty otamany – pidesh voyuvaty.
A ya, moya maty, toho ne boyusya:
Kin voronyi, ya molodyi – skoro vidsluzusya.
