Quick! We have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may:
For Time, the churl, hath beckon'd,
And we must away, away!
Grasp the pleasure that's flying,
For Oh!
Not Orpheus' strain could keep sweet hours from dying,
Or charm them to life again.
Then quick! We have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may,
For Time, the churl, hath beckon'd,
And we must away, away!
See the glass how it flushes,
Like some young Hebe's lip,
And half meets thine, and blushes
That thou should delay to sip.
Shame, Oh Shame unto thee,
If e'er thou see that day
When a cup or lip shall woo thee,
and turn untouched away.
Then quick! We have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may,
For Time, the churl, hath beckon'd,
And we must away, away!
This song is an Irish air, and is loaded with metaphors. This was penned by one Thomas Moore who lived during the 18th century. Can anyone see through the veil and find out what made the whole choir snicker? What a tastful way for risque entertainment they had back then; Very unlike the tasteless, vulgar songs which are forced upon us today. (^_^) Lol.
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