Songs from The Beggar’s Opera: 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.