To Anacreon in Heaven, where he sat in full glee
A few sons of Harmony sent a petition
That he their inspire 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
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

Ye Sons of Anacreon, then join hand in hand
Preserve unanimity, friendship and love!
'Tis yours to support what's so happily planned;
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