Monday morning

       Early one morning, one morning 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 now 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 too young for to marry 
       So take my advise five years longer to teary 
       For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin 
       So put off your wedding from Monday morning 

       You talk like a mad man, a man with no skill 
       Five 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 

       Next Monday morning, the bell they will ring 
       My true love will buy me a gay golden ring 
       Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown 
       And I'm going to be married, next Monday morning 

       Next Monday night, when I go to my bed 
       And I turn around to the man that I wed 
       Around his middle my two arms I will fling 
       And I wish to my soul, it was Monday morning