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Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,I heard a maid singing in the valley below;O don't deceive me,O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so? O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.O don't deceive me,O do not 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 vow'd to be true;O don't deceive me,O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so? Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sung the poos maiden in the valley below;O don't deceive me,O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?
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