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Early one morning,
Just as the sun was rising,
I heard a young maid sing,
In the valley below.
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Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?
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Remember the vows,
That you made to your Mary,
Remember the bow'r,
Where you vowed to be true,
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Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?
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Oh Gay is the garland,
And fresh are the roses,
I've culled from the garden,
To place upon thy brow.
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Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?
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Thus sang the poor maiden,
Her sorrows bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid,
In the valley below.
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Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?
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