Persephone, Goddess of Spring,
Who chases away the winter chill,
And light and life doth with her bring,
Sings forth from every meadow and hill.
Out of Winter’s cold and icy chains,
She delivers a desolate dormant land;
The blooming beauty of a warm spring rain
Is the bounty of her benevolent hand.
The Baroness is a picture of grace,
With a lively mind and sparkling eyes;
Friendly and inquiring of each new face,
One will find her witty and wise.
With festival and martial display
We celebrate her natal day.