Actæon Songtext
von Clair Le Couteur

In summertime a brave young fool called Actæon went hunting as usual
And he took his boys and he took his dogs
After sows and boars and harts and stags and the occasional rabbit
And when their nets and spears were dripping blood, he said
′OK boys, I've had enough; let′s get some lunch'

Actæon was a curious type and he took his feet uphill
Til he reached this grotto, and he poked his nose over the sill
And he saw... And he saw a crowd of nymphs so lovely, all stood round in a ring, mmn
A crowd of nymphs bathing something, all stood round in awe
A crowd of nymphs admiring... something in the center

It was Diana. Diana


And she said
'Am I not beautiful, am I not wise?
Come, little man, and feast your eyes!
Well boy, what do you think?′

And Actæon was like
′N, n n n, n n, n n n, ne, ne, um... never have I seen such... beauty?'

And she was like
′Nice try'

And what was once a fine young man was turned into a stag
White from his hooves to his horns, yes he was
And over the hill came the sound of his dogs and the horns: A-ooo, A-ooo!

And the dogs were all like
′Woof woof, woof woof, grrr
Woof woof, woof woof, a-ooo'

And as Actæon passed from life into dreams
And the sounds of the hounds turned into his screams, all his friends were like
′Isn't it queer how sometimes the sound of a stag dying can sound just like a man?'

′Aaaaaaaaaooooooooaooaoaaoaoaaaaeeeeuuuurrggh′