Early One Morning, Just As The Sun Was Rising,
I Heard A Maid Singing In The Valley Below;
"O Don't Deceive Me,
O Never 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 Never 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 Never Leave Me!
How Could You Use A Poor Maiden So?"