[00:08.36]Early one morning one morning in spring
[00:15.13]To hear the birds whistle, the nightingale sing
[00:21.86]I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing
[00:28.64]I'm going to be married next Monday morning
[00:35.37]
[00:37.56]How old are you my fair young maid
[00:44.18]Here in this valley this valley so green
[00:51.38]How old are you my fair young maid
[00:57.94]I'm going to be sixteen next Monday morning
[01:05.20]
[01:06.35]Well sixteen years old that's too young for to marry
[01:13.26]So take my advice five years longer to tarry
[01:20.19]For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin
[01:26.80]So put off your wedding for Monday morning
[01:33.02]
[01:35.36]You talk like a mad man a man with no skill
[01:41.88]Two years I've been waiting against my own will
[01:48.98]And now I'm determined to have my own way
[01:56.13]And I'm going to be married next Monday morning
[02:03.31]
[02:05.11]And next Monday morning the bells they will ring
[02:11.63]My true love will buy me a gay gold ring
[02:18.83]Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown
[02:25.32]To wear at my wedding next Monday morning
[02:32.45]
[02:34.28]Next Monday night when I go to my bed
[02:41.08]And I turn round to the man that I've wed
[02:47.70]Around his middle my two arms I will fling
[02:56.33]And I wish to my soul it was Monday morning
[03:10.56]

Early one morning one morning in spring
To hear the birds whistle, the nightingale 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 going 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
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