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  one mornin' one mornin' in spring
 To hear the  whistle the nightingales sing
 I met  fair maiden who sweetly did sing
 I'm going to be married  Monday morning.
 
 How  are you my fair young maid,
 Here in  valley this valley so green
 How old are you my fair  maid,
 I'm goin' to be sixteen  Monday mornin'.
 
 Well  years old, that's too young for to marry
 So take my advice, five years longer  tarry
 For marriage  troubles and sorrows begin
 So put off  wedding for Monday mornin'.
 
 You talk like a mad man, a man  no skill
 Two  I've been waiting against my own will
 Now I'm determined  have my own way
  I'm going to be married next Monday mornin'
 
 And  Monday mornin' the bells they will ring
 And my true  will buy me a gay gold ring
 Also he'll buy me a  pretty gown
 To wear at my  next Monday mornin'
 
 Next Monday night when I go  my bed
 And  turn round to the man that I've wed
 Around his middle my two arms I will 
 And I wish to my soul it  Monday mornin'.