콩밭 매는 아낙네야 베적삼이 흠뻑 젖는다. O Bean-field woman! Your cotton clothes are soaked with your tears. 무슨 설움 그리 많아 포기마다 눈물 심누나 What makes you so sorrowful? Why do you plant each bean with your tears? 홀어머니 두고 시집 가던 날 칠갑산 산마루에 울어주던 산새소리만 어린 가슴 속을 태웠소. When I left my lonely mother for my marriage, only the birds on the top of Mt. Chilgab, were weeping for me, whose sounds have burnt my little heart.