Early One Morning

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maiden call from the valley below;
«O don’t deceive me,
O never 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 vowed you’d be true;
O don’t deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?»
«Green is the garden, and fresh are the roses
Fresh, from the garden to wind on your brow
O don’t deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?»
Oooooooh
Oooooooh