Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight,
But stay the time till we have bade good-night.
Pleasure many here attend ye,
And, ere long, a boy love send ye,
Curled and comely, and so trim,
Maids in time may ravish him.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories