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.
 [bad word] on - I'm the Whistler. I have a fife and a [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] on - I'm the Whistler. I have a fife and a [bad word] to play.
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day.
Whistle along on the seventh day.

Deep red are the sunsets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
We'll find the speck of [bad word] in each riddle:
Hold the first grain of love in our hands
 [bad word] on - I'm the Whistler. I have a fife and a [bad word] to play.
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day. [bad word] on - I'm a Whistler. I have a fife and a [bad word] to play.
Get ready - for the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day.
Whistle along on the seventh day.