Early one morning, just as the sun was rising I heard a maid sing in the valley below "Oh don`t deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use, a poor maiden so?" Remember the vows that you made to me truly Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me Gay is the garland, fresh are the roses I`ve culled from the garden to bind over thee.
Here I now wander alone as I wonder Why did you leave me to sigh and complain I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken, Why must I here in sorrow remain?
Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running There you and I have so merrily played, Kissing and courting and gently sporting Oh, my innocent heart you`ve betrayed
Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden Some pretty maiden, you`ll court her for a while; Thus ever ranging, turning and changing Always seeking for a girl that is new.
Thus sang the maiden, her sorrows bewailing Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below "Oh don`t deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use, a poor maiden so?"