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