先是慕尼黑
再來又是吹動大麥的風

我何必把自己搞得這麼沉重呀...

眼淚不爭氣得一直流...

Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love’s breast
In life’s young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died
While soft wind shook the barley

再來一部希望是福爾摩沙背叛