May The Fourth Be With You

[davesmusictank]

Yeah , i know. That pun of this month  is well known but i could not resist it.  It has been a day of reading and then catching up with TV programmes  in particular, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D , which has a gripping dark edge to it, and i was shouting at the screen for Sky not to let that turncoat into the secret Canadian basement. I get so wrapped in it.

I also watched the last part of Rule Britannia !  Music, Mayhem and Morals In the Eighteenth Century on BBC 4 which showcased Handel's Messiah and Haydn's Creation plus this original British bawdy version of the Star Spangled Banner -

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The song was written for the Anacreontic Society, probably around 1771. The tune is now thought to have been written "collectively" by members of the society, led by John Stafford Smith. The society met every two weeks to get drunk, sing songs and to indulge in some debauchery. Anacreon himself was a Greek poet from about 570BC who was noted for his erotic poetry and his drinking songs. Here is the full lyrics of the song.

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 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,
Refrain
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 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,
Refrain
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.
Refrain
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, "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[7], you know!
Then over each head, my laurels I'll spread,
So my sons from your Crackers no mischief shall dread,
Refrain
Whilst, snug in their clubroom, 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 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;
Refrain
And swear by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
6
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!
Refrain
And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

Note - Myrtle translates to clitoris in the song. Told you it was bawdy.