George Kirbye - Alas! what hope of speeding - текст песни (слова)

Alas! what hope of speeding,
 Where hope beguil'd lies bleeding?
 She bade come, when she spy'd me,
 And, when I came, she fly'd me.
 Then, when I was beguiled,
 She at my sighing smiled.
 But if you take such pleasure
 Of hope and joy, my treasure,
 By deceit to bereave me,
 Love me, and so deceive me.