She was a lass from the low country 她是从低国的姑娘

And he was a lord of high degree 而他的高度领主

And she loved his lordship so tenderly 她爱他的贵族身份如此温柔

   

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow 唱悲哀，唱悲伤

And she sleeps in the valley 她睡在山谷

Where the wildflowers nod 凡野花点头

Nobody knows she loved him 没有人知道她爱他

But herself and God 但她自己和上帝

   

One day when the show was on the mead 有一天，当这个节目的蜜酒

He passed her by on a milk white steed 他通过她通过在奶白色的骏马

She waited as he passed but he paid no heed 她等他经过，但他并没有理会

   

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow 唱悲哀，唱悲伤

And she sleeps in the valley 她睡在山谷

Where the wildflowers nod 凡野花点头

Nobody knows she loved him 没有人知道她爱他

But herself and God 但她自己和上帝

   

So if you be a lass from the low country 如果你是从低国姑娘因此

Don't love no lord of high degree 不爱无主的高度

For they ain't got no heart or sympathy 因为他们没有得到任何心脏或同情

   

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow 唱悲哀，唱悲伤

And you sleep in the valley 而你在山谷中睡觉

Where the wildflowers nod 凡野花点头

Nobody knows you loved him 没人知道你爱他

But yourself and God 但你自己和上帝