Miz horamy hodyt legin,
A divchyni snytsya,
Shcho zaishov za hmary
I naishov vin chary –
Shovkovu kosycyu.
A hto z kvitku tu zustrine
Zradyt ne posmiye.
Ya ne viryu dyvu
Stane toi shchaslyvyi,
Chto kohaty vmiye.
Ya leginya, a ne chariv
Budu z hir chekaty
Chom ze meni snytsya
Shovkova kosycya,
Shcho cvite v Karpatah.