A health to the mothers of the Merry Begotten A health to the maiden with the firey eyes A health to the crone that smiles beside us On the other side of a Beltane Fire A health to the sweet rain gently falling Down upon the Earth so fair A health to the wind that Gails around us And feeds the passion of a Beltane Fire A health to the lovley green-eyed Susan She whose heart is my desire And after all the May Pole's rising… Will you leap with me now o'er a Beltane Fire? A health to the acts of love and pleasure A health to the way the May poles rise A health to those who bear no children So those who do come along survive!