‘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 poor maid in the valley below;
‘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 bower where you vowed to be true.
'Oh don’t deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?'

O gay is the garland, and fresh are the roses
I’ve culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
'Oh don’t deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?'

Thus sang the poor 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?'

Oh, don’t deceive me,
Oh, 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 to be true.

Oh gay is the garland
And fresh are the roses
I’ve culled from the garden
To place upon thy brow.

Thus sang the poor maiden,
Her sorrows bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid
In the valley below.