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Early one morning, just as the sun
was rising; I heard a maid sing in the valley below: O don[']t deceive me! O do not leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? O! gay is the garland, and 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 vowed to be true; O don[']t deceive me! O do not leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? Thus sang the poor maiden, her sorrows bewailing, Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below; O don't deceive me! O never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? |