I saw Wasyl in the orchard,
The green boughs above his head.
Refrain. They are mine, the blue wasylki,
And Wasyl, he comes closer....
The reason why I like him so,
The Devil’s Father knows, sir!
There’s a dam anear the river—
My Wasylko’s gone from sight!
I call him, he does not answer—
May he spend in health the night.