Monday Morning

Early one mornin', one mornin' in spring
To hear the birds whistle, the nightingales 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 goin' to be 16 next Monday mornin'

Well, 16 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 mornin'

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 mornin'

And next Monday mornin', 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 mornin'

Next Monday night, when I go to my bed
And I turn 'round to the man that I've wedded
Around his middle, my two arms I will fling
And I wish to my soul it was Monday mornin'