Song Written in the Year 1773

Mr Porden

See my Flavia gay and blooming
 Now appears that blushing rose
Every vernal breeze perfuming
 Zephyr o’er it gently blows
Soon alas! this queen of flowers
 Will be subject to decay
Soon, too soon, will lose its powers
 E’er we hail another day.

So my Fair though young and charming
 Now you trip the verdant plain
With love’s gentle passion warming
 Every fond admiring swain
Time will soon destroy those graces
 Which your form and face disclose
Frail are e’en the fairest faces
 Frailer than the fading rose.