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