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?

Alternate verse

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!