O don't deceive me -- 1787

Speranza 1787 o don’t deceive me o never leave me how could you use a poor maiden so. early one morning Just as the sun was rising, I heard a young maid sing, In the valley below. remember the vows, That you made to your Mary, Remember the bow'r, Where you vowed to be true, o 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.