Ike Turner

Early one morning
Just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing,
In the valley below

O, don`t deceive me,
O, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?

Gay is the garland
And fresh are the roses,
I`ve culled from the garden,
To place upon thy brow

O, don`t deceive me,
O, never 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

O, don`t deceive me,
O, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?

Thus sang the poor maiden
Her sorrows bewailling
Thus sang the poor maid,
In the valley bellow

O, don`t deceive me,
O, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?