From Susan Rice to Barack Obama: an allegory about betrayal of trust


Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,

I heard a young 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?

How could you slight so pretty a girl who loves you,

A pretty girl who loves you so clearly and warm?

Though love’s folly is surely but a fancy,

Still it should prove to me sweeter than your scorn.

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,

I heard a young maid sing in the valley below.

Oh, don’t deceive me, Oh never leave me.

How could you use a poor maiden so?

(English folk song)

‘I ┬álied for you about Benghazi. And now you betray me’

 

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2 Responses to “From Susan Rice to Barack Obama: an allegory about betrayal of trust”

  1. maitreyi1978 Says:

    Did you learn this song from Buffy?

  2. charlesrowley Says:

    No. The song was still quite well known in England during the 1950s. I remembered a few lines and found it on the internet.

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