Beltane Chase Song

I shall go as a wren in spring: With sorrow and sighing on silent wing
And I shall go in our Lady's name: Aye, till I come home again

We shall follow as falcons grey: And hunt thee cruelly as our prey
And we shall go in our Master's name: Aye, to fetch thee home again

Then I shall go as a mouse in May: In fields by night and cellars by day
And I shall go in our Lady's name: Aye, till I come home again

But we shall follow as fat tom cats: And chase thee through the corn and vats
And we shall go in our Master's name: Aye, to fetch thee home again

Then I shall go as an autumn hare: With sorrow and sighing and mickle care
And I shall go in our Lady's name: Aye, till I come home again

But we shall follow as swift greyhounds: And dog thy tracks by leaps and bounds
And we shall go in our Master's name: Aye, to fetch thee home again

Then I shall go as a winter trout: With sorrow and sighing and mickle doubt
And I shall go in our Lady's name: Aye, till I come home again

But we shall follow as otters swift: And snare thee fast ere thou canst shift
And we shall go in our Master's name: Aye, to fetch thee home again

Aye, and I'll come home again

Traditional, British Isles <BGSOUND SRC="beltane2.mp3">