Early one morning, just as the sun was rising
I heard a young 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 culled 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 ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken
Why must I here in sorrow remain?

Through yonder grove, by the spring 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 sang the maiden, her sorrows bewailing
Thus sang the maiden in the valley below
"Oh don´t deceive me, Oh never leave me
How could you use a poor maiden so?"