In Youth Is Pleasure, H. 76

In arbour green asleep I lay,

The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day

I dreamed fast of mirth and play

In youth is pleasure,

In youth is pleasure.

Methought I walked still to and fro

And from her company I could not go

But when I waked it was not so

In youth is pleasure,

In youth is pleasure.

Therefore my heart is surely plight

Of her alone to have a sight,

Which is my joy and hearts delight

In youth is pleasure,

In youth is pleasure.