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?