Venus, Minerva
Mars midst the brave afar
He who with drums and death doth ride
Pallas and Clio
The Muses nine in row
Jove, Pluto, and Apollo's pride
Gods and goddesses
Heroes and heroines
All Olympus, here's my toast in my side!
In honor of thee
I dare request from ye
Of your graces the fortune and grace
Without a lie
That in my humble sty
You'd partake in a small festive space?
The host is humble
Ham and some beef jumble
Horseradish, mustard, and wine a few draughts apace
Bacchus did say
How he would ride away
In a cart with Pan and Sylvan nigh
Phoebus is weak
His excuse did he speak
The old man is troubled with gout, oh my!
Yes, Melpomene
Hath pain in her knee
Yet sent me a gift of Parmesan high
Juno hath a cold
Nightgown and cap behold
Intends the goddess herself to dress in
I was bewildered
Yet was she gentle worded
Said: "I shall come in my bat's skin."
Reverence in heart
Trembling and smart
Gods and goddesses, come play your part herein!
But, I find my might
Though I discern aright
That from Olympus cometh not a soul
Sorrow aside!
Bacchus, Cupid abide!
With ye, I shall not tire nor grow dull
Bah to Olympus!
Naught to the rumpus!
Hush, now I sleep so contented... Farewell!
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Venus, Minerva
Mars midst the brave afar
He who with drums and death doth ride
Pallas and Clio
The Muses nine in row
Jove, Pluto, and Apollo's pride
Gods and goddesses
Heroes and heroines
All Olympus, here's my toast in my side!
In honor of thee
I dare request from ye
Of your graces the fortune and grace
Without a lie
That in my humble sty
You'd partake in a small festive space?
The host is humble
Ham and some beef jumble
Horseradish, mustard, and wine a few draughts apace
Bacchus did say
How he would ride away
In a cart with Pan and Sylvan nigh
Phoebus is weak
His excuse did he speak
The old man is troubled with gout, oh my!
Yes, Melpomene
Hath pain in her knee
Yet sent me a gift of Parmesan high
Juno hath a cold
Nightgown and cap behold
Intends the goddess herself to dress in
I was bewildered
Yet was she gentle worded
Said: "I shall come in my bat's skin."
Reverence in heart
Trembling and smart
Gods and goddesses, come play your part herein!
But, I find my might
Though I discern aright
That from Olympus cometh not a soul
Sorrow aside!
Bacchus, Cupid abide!
With ye, I shall not tire nor grow dull
Bah to Olympus!
Naught to the rumpus!
Hush, now I sleep so contented... Farewell!
Mars midst the brave afar
He who with drums and death doth ride
Pallas and Clio
The Muses nine in row
Jove, Pluto, and Apollo's pride
Gods and goddesses
Heroes and heroines
All Olympus, here's my toast in my side!
In honor of thee
I dare request from ye
Of your graces the fortune and grace
Without a lie
That in my humble sty
You'd partake in a small festive space?
The host is humble
Ham and some beef jumble
Horseradish, mustard, and wine a few draughts apace
Bacchus did say
How he would ride away
In a cart with Pan and Sylvan nigh
Phoebus is weak
His excuse did he speak
The old man is troubled with gout, oh my!
Yes, Melpomene
Hath pain in her knee
Yet sent me a gift of Parmesan high
Juno hath a cold
Nightgown and cap behold
Intends the goddess herself to dress in
I was bewildered
Yet was she gentle worded
Said: "I shall come in my bat's skin."
Reverence in heart
Trembling and smart
Gods and goddesses, come play your part herein!
But, I find my might
Though I discern aright
That from Olympus cometh not a soul
Sorrow aside!
Bacchus, Cupid abide!
With ye, I shall not tire nor grow dull
Bah to Olympus!
Naught to the rumpus!
Hush, now I sleep so contented... Farewell!
Writer: Magnus Olsson, Carl Bellman
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