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!