Я ли в поле да не травушка была,
Я ли в поле не зеленая росла;
Взяли меня, травушку, скосили,
На солнышке в поле иссушили.
Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка!
Я ли в поле не пшеничушка была,
Я ли в поле не высокая росла;
Взяли меня, срезали серпами,
Склали меня на поле снопами.
Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка!
Я ли в поле не калинушка была,
Я ли в поле да не красная росла;
Взяли калинушку, поломали
И в жгутики меня посвязали.
Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка!
Я ль у батюшки не доченька была,
У родимой не цветочек я росла;
Неволей меня, бедную, взяли
И с немилым, седым, повенчали.
Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка.
Was I not a blade of grass in the field,
Did I not grow green in the field;
They took me, grass, mowed,
They dried up in the sun in the field.
Oh you, my grief, bitter!
You know, such is my share!
Was I not a wheat in the field,
Didn't I grow tall in the field;
They took me, cut me off with sickles,
They put me on the field in sheaves.
Oh you, my grief, bitter!
You know, such is my share!
Was I not a Kalinushka in the field,
Didn't I grow red in the field;
They took a Kalinushka, broke it
And they tied me into the flagella.
Oh you, my grief, bitter!
You know, such is my share!
I wasn't my father's daughter,
I grew up with my darling;
Captivate me, poor, they took
And they married with a gray-haired one.
Oh you, my grief, bitter!
You know, such is my share.
