The Anacreontic Song (1775/76) [feat. Jacob Wright, American Music Institute Men's Chorus, Jerry Blackstone, Scott Van Ornum & Mark Clague]

- Various Artists/Ralph Tomlinson/John Stafford Smith/Star Spangled Music Foundation/Jacob Wright/American Music Institute Men's Chorus/Jerry Blackstone/Scott Van Ornum/Mark Clague

- Various Artists/Ralph Tomlinson/John Stafford Smith/Star Spangled Music Foundation/Jacob Wright/American Music Institute Men's Chorus/Jerry Blackstone/Scott Van Ornum/Mark Clague

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 ye my name and inspire you to boot

And besides I'll instruct you like me to entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

And besides I'll instruct you like me to entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

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 entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

And there with good fellows we'll learn to entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

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 biforked 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

I'll trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

I'll trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

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

Whilst snug in their club-room they jovially twine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

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

And swear by Old Styx that they long shall entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

And swear by Old Styx that they long shall entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

Ye sons of Anacreon then join hand in hand

Preserve unanimity friends and love

'Tis your's to support what's so happily plan'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 entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine

And long may the sons of Anacreon entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine