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