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? Oh gay is the garland and fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow Oh don't deceive me, Oh 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 vow'd to be true Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so? Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing Thus sung the poor maid in the valley below Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so?