Let all the Nine Muses lay by their abuses, Their railing and drolling on tricks of the Strand, To pen us a ditty in praise of the City, Their treasure, and pleasure, their pow'r and command. Their feast, and guest, so temptingly drest, Their kitchens all kingdoms replenish; In bountiful bowls they do succour their souls, With claret, Canary and Rhenish: Their lives and wives in plenitude thrives, They want not for meat nor money; The Promised Land's in a Londoner's hand, They wallow in milk and honey. Let all the Nine Muses lay by their abuses, Their railing and drolling on tricks of the Strand To pen us a ditty in praise of the City, Their treasure, and pleasure, their pow'r and command.
- by Thomas Jordan (1612 - 1685) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by William Walton (1902 - 1983), "The Lord Mayor's Table", 1962 [voice and piano or orchestra], from A Song for the Lord Mayor's Table, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 124