Classic Poem

O I DA , O Ida, O Ida, happy hill,
This honour done to Ida, may it continue still. Muses:
Ye country gods, that in this Ida wonne,
Bring down your gifts of welcome,
For honour done to Ida. Gods:
Behold in sign of joy we sing,
And signs of joyful welcome bring,
For honour done to Ida. Muses:
The Muses give you melody to gratulate this chance,
And Phaebe, chief of Sylvan chase, commands you all to dance. Gods:
The round in a circle our sportance must be, dance:
Hold hands in a hornpipe all gallant in glee. Muses:
Reverence, reverence, most humble reverence. Gods:
Most humble reverence.