As I was walking yesterday evening the moon was shining high.
My sweetheart was watching through the window whether I moved far away.
I walked a couple of steps and she cried behind me
"Oh, come back my dear blossom. How have I provoked your wrath?
Will you believe, behind our field boundary there's a lot of greenery.
Someone was courting me there, neither single, nor a widower."
Mother, my dear, I won't marry him.
I won't give him my hand even if I never get married.
As I was walking yesterday evening the moon was shining high.
My sweetheart was watching through the window whether I moved far away.