Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe
An ado as aglow
Belying the paynim
Thou rewrot'st the tome
An ivy-crown'd and dancing
And fawn'd and trancing
Espying the surly wud
And heeding her not

Celebration
Celebration
Celebration

Afear'd of Bacchante
And dost thou 'hold the yill?
Behind is the sleepless
Eyne 'holding na mo

Celebration
Celebration
Celebration

Celebration
Celebration
Celebration

Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart move
With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink
The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror
Tales of theft and adultery, tales of devilment and witchery, tales of me

Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration
Celebration