Howay, let's go howay!
To pick black figs on the hills.
To some other lad's fiancée,
How can I say? (come) howay..
I climbed and lopped off the pine tree,
Lowered it I, to it's half length.
What kind of a love is this?
May it sink deep into the earth.*
Would a young alder tree,
Be trimmed, starting from top? (of course not)
Should a lad from his beloved,
Shy away this much? (of course he should not)
I went down into the bank of a brook,
Osculated with me darling.
Loving is a good thing,
Me too have newly started ..