The Beggar's Opera by John Gay
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[Enter Harper.] Play the French Tune, that Mrs. Slammekin was so
fond of. [A Dance a la ronde in the French manner; near the end of it this song and Chorus.] AIR XXII. 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, &c. Let us drink and sport to-day, Ours is not to-morrow. Love with Youth flies swift away, Age is nought but Sorrow. Dance and sing, Time's on the Wing. Life never knows the Return of Spring. CHORUS. Let us drink, &c. MACHEATH. Now, pray Ladies, take your Places. Here Fellow. [Pays the Harper.] Bid the Drawer bring us more Wine. [Exit Harper.] If any of the Ladies choose Ginn, I hope they will be so free to call for it. |
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