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 you 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 poor maiden in the valley below; O don’t deceive me, O never leave me ! How could you use a poor maiden so ?