Oh she was a lass from the low country 哦，她是从低国的姑娘

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

But she loved him oh so tenderly 但是她爱他是如此的温柔

Oh sorrow sing sorrow 悲哀啊悲哀唱

Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod 现在，她睡在山沟里的野花点头

No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god 没有人知道她是多么爱他，但她自己和上帝

   

One day when the snow was on the mead 有一天，当雪是在米德

She passed him by on a milk white steed 她递给他通过在奶白色的骏马

   

And she spoke to him low nobody paid no need 而她对他说话的低都没人没必要

Oh sorrow sing sorrow 悲哀啊悲哀唱

Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod 现在，她睡在山沟里的野花点头

No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god 没有人知道她是多么爱他，但她自己和上帝

   

Now if you be a lass from the low country 现在，如果你是从低国的姑娘

Don't love no man of high degree 不爱任何人的高度

For he don't got a heart or no sympathy 对于他从来没有心脏或不是同情

Oh sorrow sing sorrow 悲哀啊悲哀唱

Now she sleeps in the valley where wild flowers nod 现在，她睡在山沟里野花点头

No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god 没有人知道她是多么爱他，但她自己和上帝