Lyrics:

Youth's The Season Made For Joys
Words John Gay, The Beggar's Opera 1728.
Tune Anon. 'Cotillon'

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 despis'd in decay.
Youth's The Season Made For Joys
Love is then our duty. Let us drink and sport today,
Ours is not tomorrow.
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 today,
Ours is not tomorrow.