O Fountain Of Blandusia, Whence Crystal Waters Flow, With Garlands Gay And Wine I'll Pay The Sacrifice I Owe; A Sportive Kid With Budding Horns I Have, Whose Crimson Blood Anon Shall Die And Sanctify Thy Cool And Babbling Flood. O Fountain Of Blandusia, The Dogstar'S Hateful Spell No Evil Brings Unto The Springs That From Thy Bosom Well; Here Oxen, Wearied By The Plow, The Roving Cattle Here, Hasten In Quest Of Certain Rest And Quaff Thy Gracious Cheer. O Fountain Of Blandusia, Ennobled Shalt Thou Be, For I Shall Sing The Joys That Spring Beneath Your Ilex Tree; Yes, Fountain Of Blandusia, Posterity Shall Know The Cooling Brooks That From Thy Nooks Singing And Dancing Go!