我愿是她芳香胸前
佩戴的项链，
伴随她的欢笑和叹息
整日起伏不定，
就让我轻轻地躺在那里，轻轻地，
但愿夜里她也不将我摘下。
It is the miller’s daughter，
And she is grown so dear， so dear，
That I would be the jewel
That trembles at her ear：
For hid in ringlets day and night，
I’d touch her neck so warm and white.
And I would be the girdle
About her dainty dainty waist，
And her heart would beat against me
In sorrow and in rest：
And I should know if it beat right，