English poem
BALLAD. (Away and join the rendezvous)
by Anonymous
Away and join the rendezvous, Good fellowship reigns here; Joys standard flying in your view, To invite each volunteer.
Hark, pleasure's drum Cries come, come, come, Obey the kind salute, The echoing hall Resounds the call, To welcome each recruit.
Behold the dinner in array, A column it appears; While pyramids of whips display A corps of grenadiers.
Hark pleasure's drum, &c.
See rivers, not of blood, poured out, But nectar, clear and strong, Young Ganemede's become a scout, Hebe an aid-de-camp.
Hark pleasure's drum, &c.
Mow down the ranks, see, see, they fly, Attack them glass in hand; Close quarters, rally, fight or die, 'Tis Bacchus gives command.
Hark pleasure's drum, &c.
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