On the high roof of Chucsomi

1. On the high roof of Chucsom ; My lover mows hay, ; Hay, hay, not grain, ; I love a blonde, not a brunette. ; ; 2. My mother's milk was sweet, ; But another's bread is bitter, ; You would have left me in peace, ; Another would have taken me. ; ; 3. That mother may weep and lament, ; Whose two sons are soldiers, ; One laces his boots, ; The other saddles his horse.