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 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? Oh, gay is the garland, and fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind on your brow; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? Thus sang the poor maid, her sorrows bewailing, Thus sang the poor maiden in the valley below; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA by HENRY CLAY WORK TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE DON QUIXOTE by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS |