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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 unto the springs / That from thy bosom well; / Here oxen, wearied by the plough, / 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!