Lyric 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 roses
I 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?"