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Re: The lyrics to "Anacreon in Heaven"

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  • The Bosse Family
    Thanks for the lyrics. I just could not ask for the fast enough. Can not wait to bring this out around the camp fire with whiskey flowing! Dave Bosse Americas
    Message 1 of 4 , Feb 26, 2000
      Thanks for the lyrics.
      I just could not ask for the fast enough. Can not wait to bring this out around the camp fire with whiskey flowing!

      Dave Bosse
      Americas Friend
      -----Original Message-----
      From: Roger Fuller <fullerfamily@...>
      To: Warof1812@onelist.com <Warof1812@onelist.com>
      Date: Thursday, February 24, 2000 10:23 PM
      Subject: [WarOf1812] The lyrics to "Anacreon in Heaven"


      From: "Roger Fuller" <fullerfamily@...>

      Now... who'll be the first to memorise it all? The Star-Spangled Banner, as
      we know, took its melody from it. Only those who are extremely plastered can
      hit all the high notes... or not care if they don't... :^)

      Roger
      3/95th (Rifles)


      "Anacreon in Heaven"

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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 wou'd 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,
      And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
      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 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.
      And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
      The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

      "The Yellow-Haired God and his nine lusty Maids,
      From Helion'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 it's errand,
      And damme 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."

      Apollo rose up and said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel,
      Good sing of the Gods with my Vot'ries below:
      Your Thunder is useless"--then showing his laurel,
      Cry'd "Sic evitable fulmen' you know!
      Then over each head
      My laurels I'll spread
      So my sons from your Crackers no mischief shall dread,
      While snug in their clubroom, 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 intwine,
      The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

      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!
      And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine,
      The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."



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