Monday morning    (intro)
 
    Dm - E - Am
 
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1. Early one mornin’ one mornin’ in spring
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    to hear the birds whistle, the nightingales sing.
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    I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing,
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    I’m going to be married next Monday morning.
 
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2. “How old are you, my fair young maid,
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    here in this valley, this valley so green ?
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    How old are you, my fair young maid ?”
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    “I’m goin’ to be sixteen next Monday morning.”
 
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3. “Well, sixteen years old, that’s too young for to marry,
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    so take my advice, five years longer to tarry.
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    For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin,
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    so put off your wedding for Monday morning.”
 
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4. “You talk like a mad man, a man with no skill,
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    two years I’ve been waiting against my own will.
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    And now I’m determined to have my own way,
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    and I’m going to be married next Monday morning.”
 


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5. “And next Monday mornin’ the bells they will ring,
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   my true love will buy me a gay gold ring.
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    Also he’ll buy me a new pretty gown
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    to wear at my wedding next Monday morning.”
 
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6. “Next Monday night when I go to my bed,
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    and I turn round to the man that I’ve wed,
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    around his middle my two arms I will fling,
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    and I wish to my soul it was Monday morning.”