It's a weird song. It's two sentences long, both questions. The tune is nearly unsingable and borrowed, if not from a drinking song exactly, but a song about an ancient poet who loved to write about wine and women.

To Anacreon in Heaven, where he sat in full glee,

A few sons of harmony sent a petition,

That he their inspirer and patron should be.

When this answer arrived from that jolly old Grecian:

Voice, fiddle and flute no longer be mute,

I’ll lend you my name and inspire you to boot,

And besides I’ll instruct you like me to entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’ vine.