A little pretty bonny lass was walking

In midst of May, before the sun ’gan rise.

I took her by the hand,

And fell to talking.

Of this and that, as best I could devise.

I swore I would,

Yet still she said I should not.

Do what I would,

And yet for all I could not.

 

路上走來嬌美的少女

五月晨光還未透出

我握住她的纖手

忙不迭地說話

絞盡腦汁扯東扯西

我雖滿心期待

她依然不答應

不願如我的意

好說歹說就是不可以