This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

这小小苇笛，你携带着它逾山越谷，从笛管里吹出永新音乐。

O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune!

，爱人像一朵红红玫瑰， 在六月里含苞绽开； ，爱人像一首乐曲， 演奏得甜美而合拍。