My bonnie lass she smelleth,

Making the flowers jealouth.

My bonnie lass dismayeth Me;

all that she doth sayith.

My bonnie lass she looketh like a jewel,

And soundeth like a mule.

My bonnie lass she walketh like a doe,

And talketh like a crow.

My bonnie lass liketh to dance alot;

She’s Guinevere and I’m Sir Lancelot.

My bonnie lass I need not flatter;

What she doth not have doth not matter.

My bonnie lass is so fine;

Oh, if she only were mine.

 

我的可人兒，她正燦笑著

花兒都妒忌

我的可人兒，她一言一語

牽動著我心

我的可人兒，美麗如寶玉

悅耳如馬騾

我的可人兒，步伐如雌鹿

開口如烏鴉

我的可人兒，總是跳著舞

她若是桂妮薇兒，我便是蘭斯洛特

我的可人兒，不需被取悅

她知足常樂，她淡泊名利

我的可人兒，多麼的美好

噢，多希望她只屬於我