- I.
- To Anacreon in Heav'n,
Where he sat in full glee, A few Sons of Harmony Sent a petition That he their Inspirer And Patron would be; When this answer arrived From the Jolly Old Grecian: "Voice, Fiddle, and Flute, No longer be mute, I'll lend you my name And inspire you to boot,
- refrain
- And besides I'll instruct you,
Like me, to intwine The Myrtle of Venus With Bacchus' Vine. "
- II.
- The news through Olympus
Immediately flew; When Old Thunder pretended To give himself airs. "If these Mortals are suffered Their scheme to pursue, The devil a Goddess, Will stay above stairs. Hark, already they cry, In transports of joy, 'Away to the Sons Of Anacreon we'll fly,
- refrain
- And there with good fellows,
We'll learn to intwine The Myrtle of Venus With Bacchus 'Vine.'
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- III.
- The Yellow-Haired God
And his nine fusty Maids From Helicon 's banks Will incontinent flee, Idalia will boast But of tenantless shades, And the bi-forked hill A mere desert will be. My Thunder no fear on't, Shall soon do its errand, And dam'me I'll swing The Ringleaders I warrant.
- refrain
- I'll trim the young dogs,
For thus daring to twine The Myrtle of Venus With Bacchus' Vine. "
- IV.
- Apollo rose up,
And said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel, Good King of the Gods, With My Vot'ries below: Your Thunder is useless" - Then showing his laurel, Cry'd "Sic evitabile Fulmen , you know! Then over each head, My laurels I'll spread, So my sons from your Crackers No mischief shall dread,
- refrain
- While, snug in their clubroom,
They jovially twine The Myrtle of Venus With Bacchus' Vine. "
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- V.
- Next Momus got up
With his risible Phiz And swore with Apollo He'd cheerfully join - "The full tide of Harmony Still shall be his, But the Song, and the Catch , And the Laugh shall be mine. Then, Jove, be not jealous Of these honest fellows. " Cry'd Jove, "We relent, Since the truth you now tell us:
- refrain
- And swear by Old Styx ,
That they long shall intwine The Myrtle of Venus With Bacchus' Vine. "
- VI.
- Ye Sons of Anacreon,
Then join hand in hand; Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love! 'Tis yours to support What's so happily plann'd; You've the sanction of Gods, And the Fiat of Jove. While thus we agree, Our toast let it be: "May our Club flourish Happy, United, and Free!
- Chorus
- And long may the Sons
Of Anacreon intwine The Myrtle of Venus With Bacchus' Vine. "
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