I'll Buy You Six Bay Mares To Put In Your Stable

Six Golden Apples Bought With My Pay.

I Am The First Piper Who Calls The Sweet Tune,

But I Must Be Gone By The Seventh Day.



So Come On, I'm The Whistler.

I Have A Fife And A Drum To Play.

Get Ready For The Whistler.

I Whistle Along On The Seventh Day

Whistle Along On The Seventh Day.



All Kinds Of Sadness I've Left Behind Me.

Many's The Day When I Have Done Wrong.

But I'll Be Yours For Ever And Ever.

Climb In The Saddle And Whistle Along.



So Come On, I'm The Whistler.

I Have A Fife And A Drum To Play.

Get Ready For The Whistler.

I Whistle Along On The Seventh Day

Whistle Along On The Seventh Day.



Deep Red Are The Sun-sets In Mystical Places.

Black Are The Nights On Summer-day Sands.

We'll Find The Speck Of Truth In Each Riddle.

Hold The First Grain Of Love In Our Hands.