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Michael East
(c.1580 - 1648)
Sly thief, if so you will believe
(S.S.T.T.B. (or A.A.T.B.B.))
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Publ. London, 1604. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.S.T.T.B. or transposed down a minor third for A.A.T.B.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Sly thief, if so you will believe,
It nought or little did me grieve
That my true heart you had bereft,
Till that unkindly you it left.
Leaving, you lose; losing, you kill
That which I may forgo so ill.
What thing more cruel can you do
Than rob a man, and kill him too?
Wherefore of love I ask this meed -
To bring you where you did this deed;
That there you may for your amisses
Be damaged in a thousand kisses.
Sly thief, if so you will believe,
It nought or little did me grieve
That my true heart you had bereft,
Till that unkindly you it left.
Leaving, you lose; losing, you kill
That which I may forgo so ill.
What thing more cruel can you do
Than rob a man, and kill him too?
Wherefore of love I ask this meed -
To bring you where you did this deed;
That there you may for your amisses
Be damaged in a thousand kisses.

