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

这小小的苇笛，你携带着越谷，从笛管里吹出永新的音乐。

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!

啊，我的一朵红红的玫瑰， 在六月里含苞绽开； 啊，我的一首乐曲， 演奏得甜美而合拍。