Walking along in mild despair,
My lady-friend no longer there,
When then appeared a maiden fair:
With rosy cheeks and raven hair.

My tongue I lost there for a while;
Staring raptly at her radiant smile.
While she found the safe and spun the dial;
Stealing my heart with grace, cunning and guile.

Yet now she’s left me feeling blue,
penniless and broke, it’s true!
She stole my heart as beauties do,
but made off with my wallet, too!