Prithee, Prithee, Queen of rites
Whose Pagan beauty scares the Kings
Let us fix upon your splendid sight
Hear the song your spirit sings
Let our feet, with wayward trances
Feel with the rhythm of your romances

Prithee, Prithee, Queen of forest
Whose Heathen powers charm and snare
Let us see your garland flourish
Enamour us of the beauty there
Then with joy we'll go grander
Rapt by you as we meander