Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: This tomb be thine, Anacreon, all around let ivy...
Text:
This tomb be thine, Anacreon, all around
let ivy wreath, let flowā€™rets deck the ground,
and from its earth, enriched with such a prize,
let wells of milk and streams of wine arise,
so shall thine ashes yet a pleasure know,
if any pleasure reach the shades below.
