Act II, Scene iv, Air IV-Cotillion
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.
Chorus. Youth-s the season, etc.
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 the spring.
Chorus. Let us drink, etc.
Songs From The Beggar-s Opera: Air Iv-cotillion
John Gay
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