我吹着牧笛从荒谷下来，

Piping down the valleys wild,

我吹出欢乐的曲调，

Piping songs of pleasant glee,

我看见云端上一个小孩，

On a cloud I saw a child

他笑着对我说道：

And he laughing said to me:

“吹一支羔羊的歌曲！”

'Pipe a song about a lamb.'

我就快活地吹了起来。

So I piped with merry cheer;

“吹笛人，再吹吹那支曲，”

'Piper, pipe that song again.'

我再吹，他听着流下泪来。

So I piped; he wept to hear.

“放下那笛子，欢乐的笛子，

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;

把你那快乐的歌儿唱一唱;"

Sing thy songs of happy cheer.'

我把那支歌唱上一次，

So I sung the same again,

他听着，快活得泪儿汪汪。

While he wept with joy to hear.

“吹笛人，坐下来写成一本诗，

'Piper, sit thee down and write

好让大伙儿都能读到。”

In a book that all may read.'

他说完就从我眼前消逝，

So he vanished from my sight:

我拿起一根空心的芦草，

And I plucked a hollow reed,

用它做成土气的笔一支，

And I made a rural pen,

把它蘸在清清的水里，

And I stained the water clear,

写下那些快乐的歌子，

And I wrote my happy songs

让个个小孩听得欢喜。

Every child may joy to hear.