Letra de Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe An ado as aglow Belying the paynim Thou rewrot'st the tome An ivy-crown'd and dancing And fawn'd and trancing Espying the surly wud And heeding her not Celebration Celebration Celebration Afear'd of Bacchante And dost thou 'hold the yill? Behind is the sleepless Eyne 'holding na mo Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart move With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror Tales of theft and adultery, tales of devilment and witchery, tales of me Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration Celebration