Early One Morning, Just As The Sun Was Rising,
I Heard A Maid Singing İn The Valley Below;
"O Don'T Deceive Me,
O Do Not Leave Me!
How Could You Use A Poor Maiden So?"

"O Gay İs 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 İn The Valley Below;
"O Don'T Deceive Me,
O Do Not Leave Me!
How Could You Use A Poor Maiden So?"