Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid singing in the valley below;
O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?
O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?
Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,
Remember the bow'r where you vow'd to be true;
O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?
Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sung the poos maiden in the valley below;
O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?