The beribboned Maypole above us,
Ordained of the God of the Wood,
Bright Maypole above us!
Tonight, the night of the pole of ecstasy,
The pole of rapture beloved of the Goddess,
Bright Maypole above us!
Noble the staff! Noble the wand!
Noble the Man of this night.
Bright Maypole above us!
It was Bride the fair who went on her knee,
It was the antlered King who received her kiss.
Bright Maypole above us!
I hear the hills, I hear the seas,
I hear the standing stones of earth,
Bright Maypole above us!
Noble the spear! Noble the broom!
Noble the cock horse on which we ride!
Bright Maypole above us!
I hear Deirdre of the shapely, rounded limbs,
Coming softly in friendship to him.
Bright Maypole above us!
Great the assemblage upon this knoll,
Without the envy of man to another.
Bright Maypole above us!
I am the servant of the Cerne Abbas Giant,
Oh! arise thou thyself, and dance about me!
Bright Maypole above us!
