Monday Morning

Early one morning

When 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 name on

We're sixteen years old

That's too young for to marry

So take my advice

Five years longer to tarry

For marriage brings trouble goes

And sorrows begin

So put off your wedding

For monday morning

You talk like a madman

A man with no skill

Three years

Against my own will

But now I'm determined

To have my own way

I'm going to be married

Next monday morning

Next monday morning

The bells they will ring

My true love will buy me a gay golden ring

Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown to wear

At my next monday morning

Next monday night

When I go to my bed

And I turned round

To the man that I've wed

Around hills and meadow

My two arms I will fling

And I wish to my soul

It was monday morning