Thomas Bateson - Fair Hebe, when dame Flora meets - текст песни (слова)

Fair Hebe, when dame Flora meets
 She trips and leaps as gallants do, 
 Up to the hills and down again;
 To the valleys runs she to and fro.
 But out, alas, when frosty locks 
 Begirts the head with care and pain,
 Peace! laugh no more. Such youthful pranks,
 Slow-crawling age forbids again.