Early one morning, just as the sun
was rising,
I heard a maiden sing in the valley
below.
CHORUS:-
O don't deceive me, O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so.
Remember the vows that you made to
your Mary,
Remember the bower where you vowed to
be true,
CHORUS
O gay is the garland, and fresh are the
roses,
I've culled from the garden to bind on
thy brow.
CHORUS
Thus sang the poor maiden, her sorrow
bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid in the valley
below.
CHORUS