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Early One Morning: English Folk Song

The folk song "Early One Morning" tells the story of a maid who sings in a valley one morning. In her song, she laments being deceived and left by a lover, asking how he could use a poor maiden so. She recalls the vows he made to her and asks why she must remain in sorrow while he wanders freely in search of other maidens.

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Early One Morning: English Folk Song

The folk song "Early One Morning" tells the story of a maid who sings in a valley one morning. In her song, she laments being deceived and left by a lover, asking how he could use a poor maiden so. She recalls the vows he made to her and asks why she must remain in sorrow while he wanders freely in search of other maidens.

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Early One Morning

English Folk Song


Traditional

Slowly and sleepily


    
rit.

       
         

      

5
a tempo
    
                 
Ear ly one morn ing, just as the sun was ris ing, I heard a maid sing in the
  
         
        

8 Refrain

               
 
va ley be low: 'Oh, don't de ceive me! Oh, do not leave me!
          
        

11

      
      
How could you use a poor maid en so?'
 
     

 
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 truly


Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me
Gay 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 and complain
I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken,
Why must I here in sorrow remain?

Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running


There you and I have so merrily played,
Kissing and courting and gently sporting
Oh, my innocent heart you've betrayed.

How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you


A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm?
Though love's folly is surely but a fancy,
Still it should prove to me sweeter than your scorn.

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?"

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