O! Great God Pan! Hidden amongst a’
Is thou enraged that no one kens ya?
No shrine built up ta not forget ya
Except this song
That begs and calls ya goat like figure
Honourable faun
I had a crack and heard on vine
That thou had wilt’d past your prime
Now in some cavern sootie and grim
Thou’s left ta dwell
Enraged as trees fall ‘ll round ‘im
Cre’ting hell
But now your glorious hour’s upon us!
As Christ no longer quite impresses
So now I wake ya to awake us
An’ in through this verse
I beseech ya, please protect us
An’ lift this curse
Your flute, which hasn’t made a sound
In thousands a year, now let abound
From grotto dim ta lofty ground
Let’s hear the reed
Is time ya now took up ya crown
Across the tweed!