吹着笛子走下荒谷，

Piping down the valleys wild,

吹着许多快乐之歌，

Piping songs of pleasant glee,

在云端看见一小孩，

On a cloud I saw a child

他笑哈哈地对我说：

And he laughing said to me:

“吹一支绵羊的歌吧！”

'Pipe a song about a lamb.'

于是我喜洋洋地吹。

So I piped with merry cheer;

“吹笛人，再吹一回吧！”

'Piper, pipe that song again.'

我再吹，他听到流泪。

So I piped; he wept to hear.

“放下你快乐的笛子，

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;

唱唱你这快乐的歌！”

Sing thy songs of happy cheer.'

于是我把它唱一遍，

So I sung the same again,

他快乐到哭着听我。

While he wept with joy to hear.

“吹笛人，坐下写出来，

'Piper, sit thee down and write

让大家都把它学会。”

In a book that all may read.'

说完他忽然不见了。

So he vanished from my sight:

于是折了一根芦苇，

And I plucked a hollow reed,

我造成了一枝土笔，

And I made a rural pen,

然后蘸着一些清水，

And I stained the water clear,

写下这些快乐的歌，

And I wrote my happy songs

让小孩听了都欢喜。

Every child may joy to hear.