Early one morning, just as the sun was rising
I heard a 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 [bad word] 
Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken,
Why must I here in sorrow remain?

Through yonder grove, by the spring that [bad word] 
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 poor maid in the valley below
"Oh don`t deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use, a poor maiden so?"