O Fountain Of Bandusia! 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 Dye And Sanctify Thy Cool And Babbling Flood. O Fountain Of Bandusia! The Dog-Star'S Hateful Spell No Evil Brings Into 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 Bandusia! Ennobled Shalt Thou Be, For I Shall Sing The Joys That Spring Beneath Yon Ilex-Tree. Yes, Fountain Of Bandusia, Posterity Shall Know The Cooling Brooks That From Thy Nooks Singing And Dancing Go.