See the magic beastie lay
Upon the grasses sweet and grey,
Hornéd head upon my knee.
T'was his touch that set me free.
Gaily now the garlands weave,
Never more to weep or grieve,
As the dancers heed and cry,
"Innocence shall never die!"
See the beast before me kneel
As the dancers weave and reel.
Hornéd One, he stoops to pray.
T'was I who tamed the beast this day.
Gaily now the garlands weave,
Never more to weep or grieve,
As the dancers heed and cry,
"Innocence shall never die!"