1.
Come hither you that love, and hear me sing
Of joys still growing
Green, fresh and lusty as the pride of spring
And ever blowing
Come hither youths that blush and dare not know
What is desire;
And old men worse than you that cannot blow
One spark of fire.
And with the power of my enchanting song,
Boys shall be able men and old men young.
2.
Come hither you that hope and you that cry,
Leave off complaining,
Youth, strength and beauty that shall never die
Are here remaining.
Come hither, fools, and blush, you stay so long
From being blest,
And madmen worse than you that suffer wrong,
Yet seek no rest.
And in an hour with my enchanting song,
Youth shall be ever pleased and young maids long.