Early One Morning

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,I heard a maid singing 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, fresh are the rosesI've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.O don't deceive me,O do not 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 vow'd to be true;O don't deceive me,O never leave me!How could you use a poor maiden so?"Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,Thus sung the poos maiden in the valley below;"O don't deceive me,O do not leave me!How could you use a poor maiden so?"