from the steep bank across the current,

A young man swam to his sweet girl one evening.

He gazed at the distant shore in the darkness,

He was determined to tell her

all he had been thinking about. He was determined to tell her all he had been thinking about.

He was much more serious, but the girl said:

"You shouldn't have swum from the other bank at this late hour,

And I know in advance the words you'll say,

Every woman hears them from you when they meet,

Every woman hears them from you when they meet."

The young man heard her speech at a river bend,

He had just dried his oars and put them back in the rowlocks:

The boat set sail from the other bank,

Why did you, girl, make the young man sad?

Why did you, girl, make the young man sad?