Blessed be thy mother fair,
The gracious Goddess incarnate,
Whose womb the mystic cauldron was;
Between whose thighs, the sacred gate.

Blessed be her consort lord,
Hail the sower and the seed.
We, their kin in Craft, do pledge
Our service, have they ever need.

Blessed be thou, Little One;
Thy timeless soul, thy newborn form.
Blessed be thy paths in life;
We pray they lead thee far from harm.

O Little One, the dance is long,
So let the music lead thy heart;
Now Merry Meet, Beloved One,
Live merrily, then Merry Part.