William Lawes - Gather your rosebuds while you may - текст песни (слова)

Altered in the source from the original poem  Gather your* rosebuds while you* may,
 Old time is still a-flying;
 And this same flower that smiles today
 Tomorrow will be dying.
 
 The glorious lamp of heaven the sun,
 The higher he's a-getting,
 The sooner will his race be run,
 And nearer he's to setting.
 
 That age is best which is the first,
 When youth and blood are warmer;
 Expect not the last and worst
 Times still succeed the former.
 
 Then be not coy, but use your time,
 And, while ye may, go marry;
 For, having lost but once your prime,
 You may forever tarry.  
  * The original poem has ye.