John Jeffreys - In Youth Is Pleasure

In an arbour green asleep whereas I lay
The birds sang sweet in the middis 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 pight
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and heart's delight
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure