Ти помиляєшся, Тарасе,
                                                            
                                                                                       Не в тому ти знайшов причину,
 
                                                                                       Не лях, не жид і не москаль
 
                                                                                       Заполонили Україну.
 
                                                                                               Хіба не бачиш ти, Тарасе,
 
                                                                                               У пошуках чужого сала,
 
                                                                                               Чужої слави і розваг
 
                                                                                               Її сини попокидали...
 
                                                                                                        Микол Васильовичу, милий,
 
                                                                                                        Збирай вже у дорогу шаньку,
 
                                                                                                        Омийся у дніпровій хвилі
 
                                                                                                        І повертайся у Диканьку!