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: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,
;Chorus
:And besides I'll instruct you,
:Like me, to intwine
:The Myrtle of Venus
:With Bacchus's Vine."
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: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,
;Chorus
:And there with good fellows,
:We'll learn to intwine
:The Myrtle of Venus
:With Bacchus' Vine.
;3
:"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.
;Chorus
:I'll trim the young dogs,
:For thus daring to twine
:The Myrtle of Venus
:With Bacchus's Vine."
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: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,
;Chorus
:While, snug in their clubroom,
:They jovially twine
:The Myrtle of Venus
:With Bacchus's Vine."
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: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:
;Chorus
:And swear by Old Styx,
:That they long shall intwine
:The Myrtle of Venus
:With Bacchus's Vine."
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: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's Vine."