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 Early one mornin'  mornin' in spring
 To hear the birds whistle  nightingales sing
 I met a  maiden who sweetly did sing
 I'm going  be married next Monday morning.
 
 How  are you my fair young maid,
 Here in this valley this valley  green
 How old are you  fair young maid,
 I'm goin' to  sixteen next Monday mornin'.
 
 Well sixteen years old, that's too young for to 
 So take my  five years longer to tarry
 For  brings troubles and sorrows begin
 So put off your wedding  Monday mornin'.
 
  talk like a mad man, a man with no skill
  years I've been waiting against my own will
 Now I'm  to have my own way
 And I'm going to be married  Monday mornin'
 
 And next Monday mornin' the  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  go to my bed
 And I turn  to the man that I've wed
 Around  middle my two arms I will fling,
 And I wish to  soul it was Monday mornin'.