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