Здесь и далее театр может предложить свой перевод:
My bonnie lass, if you were mine,
all alone and far from home,
I'd dress you up in clothes so fine,
all alone in the greenwood.
My bonnie lass, if you were mine,
I'd feed you upon bread and wine.
If this, my love, be a lie I tell,
may the Devil drag me down to Hell.
Oh, God, please do not look at me,
I've hid my child in a hollow tree—
I've burned her in a scarlet flame
and never after spoke her name.
My bonnie lass, tell me no lie,
what sort of death must I then die?
One hundred days to toll the bell
and a thousand years to burn in Hell.