Walter Cecil Macfarren - You stole my love - текст песни (слова)

You stole my love; fy upon you, fy, a;
 Guessed you but what a pain it is to prove,
 You for your love would die, a;
 And henceforth never longer,
 Be such a crafty wronger:
 But when deceit takes such a fall,
 Then farewell, sly device and all.