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?