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 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 And 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