Thomas Bateson - Sweet Gemma - текст песни (слова)

Sweet Gemma, when I first beheld thy beauty,
 I vow'd thee service, honour, love and duty;
 O then, O then, I said the best
 Is hither come to make me blest;
 But thou, alas! sweet thou
 Dost not regard my vow!
 Go, go, let me not see
 Cruel, though fairest thee.