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