Monday Morning

Early one morning one morning in spring

To hear the birds whistle, the nightingale sing

I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing

I'm going to be married next Monday morning

How old are you my fair young maid

Here in this valley this valley so green

How old are you my fair young maid

I'm going to be sixteen next Monday morning

Well sixteen years old that's too young for to marry

So take my advice five years longer to tarry

For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin

So put off your wedding for Monday morning

You talk like a mad man a man with no skill

Two years I've been waiting against my own will

And now I'm determined to have my own way

And I'm going to be married next Monday morning

And next Monday morning the bells they will ring

My true love will buy me a gay gold ring

Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown

To wear at my wedding next Monday morning

Next Monday night when I go to my bed

And I turn round to the man that I've wed

Around his middle my two arms I will fling

And I wish to my soul it was Monday morning