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YOUTH'S THE SEASON (John Gay) Youth's the Season made for Joys, Love is then our duty. She alone who that employs Well deserves her Beauty. Let's be gay, While we may, Beauty's a Flower, despised in decay. Youth's the Season made for joys, Love is then our duty. Let us drink and sport to-day, Ours is not to-morrow. Love with youth flies swift away, Age is naught but Sorrow. Dance and sing, Time's on the Wing, Life never knows the return of Spring. Let us drink and sport to-day, Ours is not to-morrow. From The Beggar's Opera @love @aging filename[ YOUTHSSN DS |
Youth's the Season (From John Gay's Beggar's Opera (song number XXII) Frank Kidson identifies the tune to which it was set as follows: "Air: ...Zoney's Rant, in the third volume of the Dancing Master (circ. 1726).") |
