Early one morning,just as the sun was rising
I heard a yound maid sing in the valley below
"Oh,don`t deceive me;oh,never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Remember the vows that you made to me truly,
Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me
Gay is the garland,fresh are the roses
I`ve got from the garden to bind over thee
Here I now wander alone as I wonder
Why did you leave me to sigh and complain?
I asked of the roses,why should I be forsaken?
Why must I here in sorrow remain?
Through yonder grove by the stream that is running
There you and I have so merrily played
Kissing and courting and gently sporting
Oh,my innocent heart you`ve betrayed
Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden
Some pretty maiden you`ll court her for a while
Thus ever ranging,turning and changing
Always seeking for a girl that is new
Thus sung the maiden her sorrows bewailing
Thus sung the maiden in the valley below
"Oh don`t deceive me;oh,never leave me
How could you use a poor maiden so?