QUDT - quick and dirty translation:

This time last year, the secret love of my breast went from me,
He won't come home until the course of his life is run.
When I see him, the energy will run high before him,
And I'll cover him with honey, Jimmy my thousand-treasure.

My father and my mother were pressuring me
I'm pecked at, picked at, raked at, tormented out of my life:
I'd take a shine to him who's so fair and beautiful
And he went aborad a boat, Jimmy my thousand-treasure.

I'd go into the woods, and spend a portion of my life,
In the place where there's no one, listening to the music of the birds;
At the foot of the hawthorn tree, where enough grass is growing
Giving liking to that person – that's Jimmy my thousand-treasure.