The ANACREONTIC SONG
as Sung at the Crown and Anchor Tavern in the Strand
the Words by
RALPH TOMLINSON ESQR, late President of that SOCIETY.
1
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 wou’d be;
When this Answer arriv’d from the JOLLY OLD GRECIAN
Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,
No longer be mute,
I’ll lend you my Name and inspire you to boot,
And, besides, I’ll instruct you like me, to intwine
The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.
2
The news through OLYMPUS immediately flew;
When OLD THUNDER pretended to give himself Airs—
If these Mortals are suffer’d 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,
And there, with good Fellows, we’ll learn to intwine
The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.
3
The YELLOW-HAIR’D 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 Desart will be
My Thunder, no fear on’t,
Shall soon do it’s Errand,
And, dam’me! I’ll swinge the Ringleaders I warrant,
I’ll trim the young Dogs, for thus daring to twine
The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.
4
APOLLO rose up; and said, Pr’ythee ne’er quarrel,
Good King of the Gods with my Vot’ries below:
Your Thunder is useless—then, shewing 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,
Whilst snug in their Club-Room, they Jovially twine
The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.
5
Next MOMUS got up, with his risible Phiz,
And swore with APOLLO he’d cheerfull join—
The full Tide of Harmony still shall be his,
But the Song, and the Catch, & the Laugh shall bemine
Then, JOVE, be not jealous
Of these honest Fellows,
Cry’d JOVE, We relent, since the Truth you now tell us;
And swear, by OLD STYX, that they long shall entwine
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 your’s 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!
And long may the Sons of ANACREON intwine
The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.
