Charles Villiers Stanford - Quick! We have but a second - текст песни (слова)

Quick! We have but a second,
 Fill round the cup while you may
 For time, the churl, hath beckoned
 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 beckoned
 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 shouldst delay to sip.
 
 Shame, oh, shame unto thee
 If e'er thou seest that day
 When a cup or a 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 beckoned
 And we must away, away!