为了让杂乱的唱诗班熠熠生辉，就让飞蝇点亮它的火把。我是君王：张扬又快乐，只待那赤脚男孩!
Cheerily, then, my little man, live and laugh, as boyhood can!
我的小大人，活得快乐，整天笑哈哈，只有童年才会这样!
Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
尽管燧石坡难行，新刈过的草地上还有残茎，
Every morning shall lead thee through fresh baptisms of the dew;
每天早上带你穿过草地的是刚刚洗礼的露珠;
Every evening from thy feet shall the cool wind kiss the heat:
每天晚上从你脚下流过的是能带走暑热的凉风;
All too soon these feet must hide in the prison cells of pride, lose the freedom of the sod,
在监狱引以为傲的囚室里那些人的脚藏得太快，愚笨的人失去了自由，
Like a colt's for work be shod, made to tread the mills of toil, up and down in ceaseless moil.
踏进那辛苦劳作的磨坊，在无休无止忙碌中上上下下。
Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in quick and treacherous sands of sin.
要是他们足迹被发现，快乐就决不会在被禁止的土地上出现，幸亏他们没有踩进充满罪恶感的靠不住的流沙里。
Ah! that thou shouldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy!
哎!你应该晓得你的欢乐，就在它逝去之前，赤脚男孩!
